I explore them with my tongue,
easing them between my teeth
and into the roof of my mouth,
each one different. Some
are like honeycomb,
their crumbs coating enamel,
teasing fillings with a crunch.
Others, smooth as chocolate,
melt dark and warm
on taste buds. One surprises me
with acid lemon, bursting
zest and sunshine.
A poetic banquet, the words in my mouth
taste different every time.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image ashellessmind 361 346 Synesthesia II found on DeviantArt
Rommy asks if we can taste a three and what color is bird song? She says that, if we had ready answers for that, we may have synesthesia, a quirk in human neurology where a link occurs between the senses. When people with synesthesia experience something with one of their senses, they also have an additional sensory response, either in the same sense or a different one. Someone with synesthesia might see the number 7 as orange or experience the taste of lemons when they hear a musical note.
Rommy has asked us to compose a new poem based around our personal perceptions of joined sensory experiences. What does a sunrise taste like? Does the sound of crickets have a tactile feel? The choice of what senses and stimuli to link is entirely up to us.
This is such a deliciously worded poem, Kim!❤️ Sigh especially the images here; “Some are like honeycomb, their crumbs coating enamel, teasing fillings with a crunch. Others, smooth as chocolate, melt dark and warm on taste buds” are to absolutely die for! Beautifully penned!❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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This is delightful! I really love the idea of words with their own tastes.
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Thank you, Rommy! I’ll have to come back tomorrow morning to read, which I’m really looking forward to.
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Scrumptious!
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I’m delighted you like it, Dorna!
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(@–>–) for all of your Writings that I have read, commented so far. (@–>–)
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This is a veritable feast of words, Kim.
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Thank you, Kerry!
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Absolutely perfect!
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Thank you so much, Margaret!
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yummy poem, a new taste each time
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena! I’ve been out a lot today and haven’t had a chance to read much, so I’ll be back to the Toads in the morning to catch up.
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A poetic banquet indeed Kim. Love this!
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Thank you, Carrie!
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I’m in complete love with your last 5 lines. They describe words and how they can make us feel so well–sharp and acidic, but delicious under the right circumstances.
And the image you paired with you poem, wow!
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Ah, Magaly, thank you so much. Your comments mean a lot to me. I was out a lot yesterday so I didn’t get around to reading. I’m not long up and looking forward to reading yours.
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I know words that burn with acid too… maybe I shouldn’t say them
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I think we all know words like that.
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I love those words of taste, color, depth that spill across your poem. Lately I have been feasting on dried fruit. lol
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I love dried fruit but I can’t each much because of the high sugar content. But I’m allowed nuts, which I suppose is apt for a mad poet!
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Such a tasty prompt to respond to! Your poem had me salivating & I love the image of a “poetic banquet” 🙂 Thanks for sharing, Kim!
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Stacie!
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