the manic synesthesiac

"The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity." -- Nietzsche

this dyslexia parts the colours that I see
resolved or separated by sense
as either a particle or a wave ~
up
'n
down,
rising to these feelings moving everywhere,
a vision reel-ing with the sound of a stare
a good life at the crest, a musical zest,
patterns without rest

she tasted like apples with yellows flowing into white,
the smell of her hair was lemongrass blowing in the breeze,
the flower of her heart in laughter 'n tears,
beating with the waves of a tidal red sea,
this melding of shapes, colours 'n sounds
is what she was to me

then it fell apart, closed down everything,
too much made me blind
falling to the lows, unkind, outta my mind,
I didn't have much to say
just those particles that bend, like they always do
to the gravity of a deeper darker end,
where it fell apart again, like it always does,
like I never saw anything

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Love is a many-splendored thing when it's loving to love. While it's always sad to see love end, the beauty of its ending rises like a rose from the dust, like the poem from your words.

You have such a beautiful spirit that it glows through your words.

[Pema Dorje]

then much blinding
made me see --
the bowl, the desk, the woody tree;
all flowed as liquid
to my eyes, and hearing them, again
i cried.

(meta-sense poetry in the style of the 1860's)

the ecstasy of broke-up sense-based words in how they fly away off the page in particles 'n waves

this an outside-in tell about of an inside-out swell