When the deep red world forgets who you are,
And the singular slip petals are enough to send you down,
And the cast iron smiles are enough to send you down,
To the very base – the last of which I never even laid my orbs upon –
in the wettest and cosiest hell,
Perhaps you’ve lost sight of what it was you wanted,
After all,
You fell so easily.
But saviour yet. Because
given the single cell gasps I’ve seen throughout
my colour life,
I’ve never heard one like yours.
You see. When I speak and see the words invisible before me,
They are coloured. And somehow everything loses itself when
I notice. How may I describe it to you before I let you safe?
Or climb on my back. We’ll talk as we fly.
Climb on my back. We’ll talk as we fly.
Gentress of the most fine and glorious nature,
Been ripping in my psyche longer than I ever felt it,
Which was from birth,
And the Gentress won‘t stay but for now,
For almost twenty years,
My Gentress has cast this curse upon me.
Forever in colour but never blind to it. Do you see?
And when you start to notice,
And when you want everything lined up,
You fall down again.
Hang on tighter. Amazing how you fell into a place so blue
Yet a word so red. Blue and grey. But yet,
Red. You know. Red and red and red.
Fall into a place that I understand next time.
Next time, fall not into the sea.
Automatic Ema 
Wow, you have so many blue graphemes, I only have S and no pink ones.
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I’ve thought of a form of poetry in which one makes synchronises the words to fit in a sort of ‘colour scheme’.
One way of doing this is to write imitate alliteration and write one line that is of a single colour. Then, you could begin with a red line then an orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, white and black lines. I’ve made my own on my blog in a post that will come out at 1pm (my time) on the second of February.
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I’m looking forward to reading it. I have also thought of an idea similar, and when I spoke with another snyaesthete on their own views of it, they said they sometimes get distracted if lines don’t follow the same colour scheme.
It could be interesting to do different coloured lines or stanzas, and I’ll certainly read your poem. I just decided against doing it myself because no one else will see the words the same colour as I see them.
But then again, perhaps that’s the beauty of it.
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My one has come out on my blog Chromographia now.
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Thanks for following!
I just thought that non-synæsthetes might appreciate it more because they only see black; for people who do percieve graphemes to have colour, it , may just be an exercise in cognitive dissonance; for either, it could be a way to imagine how other people think.
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