Synesthesia Waltz*
The roses, being red, had to dance;
almost danced off the edge of page.
The roses, a lush centerfold, gyrated:
the same dance as always, the same
almost imperceptible dance as the
stop signs do on his drive home, or
the cuffs and collar of her housecoat,
discarded, on the bedroom floor.
None of the other colors budged but
the roses, being red, had to dance.
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* Not familiar with the basics of synesthesia? There’s a nice (brief) primer (with a great TED video!) and lots more poetry on the subject at the dVerse link, below..
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La vie en Rose and Moulin Rouge I got from this, Ron: very colour-evocative!
Excellent! There is no escaping ones nature, and the rose does have to dance. I love the images woven throughout your waltz.
Beautiful.
Red seems to be a popular color. I love: the roses, being red, had to dance.
Dance dance like there’s a rattler in your pants, twirl twirl like its been joined by a squirrel, spin spin with a belly fulla gin — I’m justa dancin’ fool Ron… 🙂
I absolutely love this especially; “The roses, a lush centerfold, gyrated: the same dance as always.” 😀
Lush red roses dancing, an intriguing and evocative vision.
Your poem reminded me of that old song ‘Red roses for a blue lady’, Ron, with a touch of Alice in Wonderland: `Would you tell me,’ said Alice, a little timidly, `why you are painting those roses?’ I love the link between the roses and the stop signs on the drive home – and the cuffs and collar of the housecoat. Red is for passion.
OMG there us so much passion in the innocence of this waltz
Much💙love
A lovely quick foxtrot of dance steps to this poem, very red 🙂
I like the line, “the roses, being red…” Good writing Ron.. It’s almost hypnotical, kind of spirals down. Anyway, good stuff!
Love the repetition; it makes it solidly elegant. I like the repetition but also that you stuck with one color; elegantly solid.
We both picked red, and I love your tight couplets. We both, inevitably, picked roses, but I mentioned them in passing, and you centered your piece midst their dancing petals; good job, brother. We have been called “romantics”, a badge I wear proudly.
A passionate dance of red rose imagery 🙂
Waltzing, I’d say. (K)
and what I left out–they rhythm is perfect.
I love the idea of the rose as a lush centerfold, dancing! When you really stop and think about colors it is a dance of light. Red can shake it! haha!
“the same dance as the stop signs do or the cuffs and collar of her housecoat discarded, on the bedroom floor… roses, being red, had to dance” To ‘see’ red dance, what a treat
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This feels a lot like a world where the only color is that of the roses… and of course, they have to dance