the wind you touch that rages through the pass,
molesting water’s edge and raping valleys.
the minor notes that dance upon the stage.
You see the grief they howl in tones of bitter gray.
the whisper of a cloud that weaves its song of hope.
She speaks to you of shadows and of light.
the taste of petals swirling in the morn
that settle in their final rest beneath the cherry tree.
the scent of endings—sweet fragrance letting go of earth
and all it knows—wafting toward new beginnings.
This is my submission to dVerse Meeting the Bar in response to the prompt I offered: to write a poem using synesthesia–that is, mixing up or mingling sensory experience. I hope you will stop by with a poem of your own. The pub will open for Meeting the Bar Thursday, 3 PM EDT. There you will find a more complete explanation of this poetic technique. It’s fun to play with!