I adore the sound of deep purple my friend.......It reminds me of beauty and passion.......grape Koolaide......and thunder guitar and organ riffs.......Beautiful and thought provoking piece Gene......

Peace,

Bill :-)

Words and music and colours, all have some degree of harmonics don't they? Colours sing and music speaks and words, well they have magical powers.
Terrific Gene. cheers
J'nia

To see the world through different eyes is your poetic forte' Gene. You took this real condition and made it real for the rest of us!
Thanks for a creative, illuminating write. Rockie Coppolella

Whew. Thanks, Gene!

yes, I think human have a sense of what colors they gravitate toward and those that bore them silly. I don't like brown but I adore the fall colors. it seems like one last burst of life celebrating. such a simple thing yet so profound. thanks for sharing today

a kaliedascopic introspection.....
like i dont eat blue m&m's b/c they taste blue. . .. not sad; jsut blue. . .
this feels innebriatedly tongue.tied and tripping lovingly over beauty.. . .. sonorous. . ..
rawr.
nessa

Very beautiful. I love the images and thoughts.

Joyce.

You colorful, literary genius, you! This is a beauty of a write. How did I miss it? Sea-green... is that an A flat, Julie? I'll imagine it is-- a nice, mellow, penetrating note, that...

Gene, you're absolutely amazing. --Charlie

Very well done indeed sweet man....I do love how you play with colors...hmmmmm... to taste...to smell..oh myyyyyyyy...have a wonderful evening sweet Gene...Hugsssssss,much love too you always

very original, you make my mouth water, i guess i tasted some colors today

Gene this poem is so original, fresh, tasty!!

Clever...very clever!

Now THIS is a poem -- this incarnation rocks over its original. It's a fun read, and I like the Beethoven part, and also the book as rainbow. As you know, for me, numbers and letters all have gender and color, and I've always wondered how composers pick their keys, or why people without perfect pitch (which I have, by the way, and which is maddening for several reasons) respond differently to a concerto or sonata in D minor as opposed to G minor. Obviously there is more to sound than sound, to taste than taste, to etc. And I think that's where synaesthesia comes in. The senses spill over. I found the reviews fascinating. more women than men have this "ability?" I need to read the part about the cello again. As for sea-green, you've set me up! I have to write a poem. I thought of this one. See what you think: "Sea green? Not a clue. Ask Gene." Hm. The sound of sea green. For me it's the feel of it. Now I have to go figure out what in heck I mean by that. Just what I need: more work!! But seriously, you have a little gem here. Anyone reading, see my "The Scent of D Magenta." I even like the use of your word "like." And not just because its repetition drives the poem, but because there's something onomatopoetic (is that the right word?) about it. This is like that which is like that which is like that, which is what synaesthesia is: a crossover of the senses. And you may be the only person I've ever known to use the word "puce" in a poem. And it's true! One needn't know syn. from amnesia! Synaesthesia just happens. It's like a weird sixth sense. But of course you must know the difference. The fact that you don't means that you are having amnesia! Which reminds me, have you seen "The Sea Inside?" Not the Sea-green, but it just reminded me to ask re that movie. Well done, G. It is rollicking (did I say that already?) -- it is a poem that is having fun being a poem.

Ha! For a different twist on Eileen's comment... Rainbow crayons that look like chocolate Resee's Peanut Butter cups are still just crayons and they taste like WAX! YUCK! (I should know... I tried one once...hee, hee...)

On another note...We used to have these markers that smelled like the color...burnt marshmallows for tan, mud for brown...seriously, that was gross!



But about your poem... it has a light-hearted feel to it and sounds like a babbling little brook that trips and skips over pebbles and rocks. And yes... some colors do have smells... blue smells like home to me. :~) And...I truly believe that colors have personalities as well!

Cryssa

A bit of whimsy to delight your readers,Gene! But I too think in terms of color,so perhaps I've learned something new. I have chocolate cookies that taste like purple, am I a synaesthete?;-)

Love,
Eileen

I love the smell of crayons: that being said, you bring each hue to beautiful, vivid life in your words - this no exception. Stunning.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

applause, applause! -- a truly amusing piece so cleverly written -- the subject of synaesthetes is still beyond my ability to intelligently analyze -- it is quite fascinating that some have this ability, most predominantly, females -- you've done well again -- three cheers -- peace to you my dear friend -- JMW

Gene,
Not only is the theme and its musings attractive but the lay-out and style of the poem, almost quirky and offbeat with an elegant casualness (smart casual at party) that comes from confidence of expression and having something worthwhile to share. On a parallel, you probably already know a few composers over the centuries, Mozart notably, 'assigned' colours to instruments, the brown of cello etc...
and towards the end I love the self-mockery of not knowing amnesia from synaesthesia, as if. Gorgeous poem!
John

I get that gray, haze filled sensation, covered over by cigarette smoke, blanketed with the smell of stale beer. Nice write...totally cool!

Peace,
Dan

Have you smelled any colors lately?

Not since I did acid...e

Wow, this is some poem...I feel purple right now, and when I think of you, I smell jasmine...Not quite sure why. Perhaps I think of you as a southern gentleman, and jasmine comes to mind.
This was a spontaneous response to your poem.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

I've been fortunate to have always smelled, touched, heard, and tasted of color, words, pictures... being blind has allowed me a different vision..))

Great piece!

Myrna

I reached past the meaning and felt it there, feeling like it always was...reaching, touching every way it can...what we see when we look...Great read Gene

Duly noted, Julianza is deserving of this color. Her and I have a colorful relationship on Creative Thinkers International...and I can hear her beautiful sea-green renditions in her poetry, music, and art. Lavender it is for me! The wild lavender in the adjacent hay field to my property just told me the swather was humming to the fourth cutting of wild mountain hay this year...fresh-cut hay and lavender...merging pure olfactory and channeling via aromatherapy...it's a good way to live, Gene...

Love,
Sage

Ahh, you captured the taste of writing.

There are times I also love the taste of the "written" word as they flow from my tortured fingertips and that is when I should probably be "throwing up".

On the other hand, the pleasures of the shapes of written words dancing across the surface of the tongue wanting poets and authors to speak them outloud so everyone listening can hear the harmony even if the audience is an audience of one, is always tempting.

Now I'm going to look up Julianza Slavin and see what she loves about the sound of sea-green.

This is a very good poem,take care

Edwin

All I know is I love the Color of Gene for he is so multi-colored in his writes enchant and overwhelm us. So what ever color you are, that's what I like. Love and hugs, Bonnie