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Protected: NaPoWriMo Poem #3: An Open Letter to Asperger Syndrome

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Protected: NaPoWriMo Poem #2: Tribe

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Protected: Poem: Speaking In Tongues (Inspired by RWP Prompt #120)

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February 2010 Read Write Poem Mini-Challenge Poem #4: You Don’t See It

You don’t see it, but some days
I drag moonlit danger behind me like a veil of milky dust
casting itself off of my crown. I balance
armies of fire on the backs of my arms and
use them for wings. I hear
the stars rubbing their legs together for the want of music
and hanging gold fiddled notes on Venus’ earlobes. They
chime, making love in the solar wind.
I strap bass lines onto my back;
wrap chain mail angels around my chest;
strap thunderclouds to the soles of my feet;
and I dance.
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Synesthesia

This was written for Read Write Word #15 (and NaPoWriMo #27 – I am soooo behind!). These were words that I donated to RWP a while back. This was also inspired by Sarah’s poem written for the same prompt.

A little background information is in order: synesthesia is “a neurologically based phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway”, i.e. hearing colors (the definition was quoted from Wikipedia. I am heard that it can occur by itself (although I’m not entirely sure), but I am aware that individuals with Asperger’s Syndrome can experience synesthesia. I’m inclined to think that stuff lying within the Autism Spectrum is maybe less of a disorder and perhaps evident of neurodiversity within the human race (although I’m up for debate and discussion on the subject).

For more info on synesthesia, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia.

And now, on to the poem. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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You once told me
that you heard

colors, that songs were leaking
tones of liquid pigment into
your ears. Like B flat – for you,
it was
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