synaesthetic

I synthesize
behind closed eyes
irregular forms,
colour, shape, storms.
Crescendos compose,
light in waves, flows
in tandem with sound,
patterns abound.
Sinuously weaving,
ebbing, receding
ears feeding my sight
as sound becomes light.

Lungs* – Copyright © http://atomic-temporary-30814180.wpcomstaging.com

poetic asides

For today’s prompt, write a beauty poem. Think Beauty and the Beast; think beauty sleep; think airbrushed images in magazines, self-esteem, and selfies. Personally, I always think of the old black & white version ofKing Kong and the final line of the movie. – Robert Lee Brewer

let’s connect

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* the above image is a representation of what I see when I hear people speak.