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Synesthetica, Part IV (Oderatus)
iv. oderatus (smell)
olfactory odyssey
dusty pages
worn thin from
heavy thumbs,
ink archaic
traveling seductively
from introduction
to execution,
my limbic pathways
stretching -
lazy felines finding
cozy spots
in front of
plate-glass windows
faint traces
of worn leather
that swallowed
flourished script
beckoning,
transposing known
with the unknown;
storm clouds
parting to bring
destiny and fate
together,
star-crossed lovers
entwined;
and where, of course
we have no say,
bowing to their whims
every one of us
an almost
undefinable
floral incense
exhaling softly
above me,
springing forth
as maidens with
daisies woven
into long,
wind-tossed hair
reaching
slender forearms
bearing baskets
of lavender
as they walk
serenely across
to market,
shyly making
eye contact
now and then;
my cheeks warming
luxuriously
at the sun
on their faces
every inhalation
rooting me
to this heartbeat,
a horse and carriage
bridge
between those
happening
-before
-simultaneously
-after
this one,
all colliding
inside my mind;
a dazzling display
of fading purple gradient
against starry skies
my forehead
prickling
under the weight
of all who stood here
before me,
the linens and cottons,
smelling of lye soap
and hard work ethic -
the cherished and
the forgotten,
they all wail
in anguish
within this same set
of footprints,
wishing along with me
for a second chance
at living
this moment,
knowing all the
same -
there aren’t any
olfactory odyssey
dusty pages
worn thin from
heavy thumbs,
ink archaic
traveling seductively
from introduction
to execution,
my limbic pathways
stretching -
lazy felines finding
cozy spots
in front of
plate-glass windows
faint traces
of worn leather
that swallowed
flourished script
beckoning,
transposing known
with the unknown;
storm clouds
parting to bring
destiny and fate
together,
star-crossed lovers
entwined;
and where, of course
we have no say,
bowing to their whims
every one of us
an almost
undefinable
floral incense
exhaling softly
above me,
springing forth
as maidens with
daisies woven
into long,
wind-tossed hair
reaching
slender forearms
bearing baskets
of lavender
as they walk
serenely across
to market,
shyly making
eye contact
now and then;
my cheeks warming
luxuriously
at the sun
on their faces
every inhalation
rooting me
to this heartbeat,
a horse and carriage
bridge
between those
happening
-before
-simultaneously
-after
this one,
all colliding
inside my mind;
a dazzling display
of fading purple gradient
against starry skies
my forehead
prickling
under the weight
of all who stood here
before me,
the linens and cottons,
smelling of lye soap
and hard work ethic -
the cherished and
the forgotten,
they all wail
in anguish
within this same set
of footprints,
wishing along with me
for a second chance
at living
this moment,
knowing all the
same -
there aren’t any
Published 20th Sep 2020
Author's Note
Part 4 of 6; a work in progress
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21st Sep 2020 4:14am
21st Sep 2020 3:09am
Another incredible addition to the series... Fantastic writing, Luna! I love it ❤️
Interestingly enough, I have a few thing I've written, but have yet to publish, that are very similar to a few of your lines... I will share with you :)
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1) Coincidentally, you said, "limbic pathways stretching"... Awhile back I wrote a senryu when I was stressed out, and feeling pulled in all directions, based on the torture device 'the rack' that reads:
"(W)racking My Brain"
I'm strapped to the rack
Mental ropes ripping limbics
Stretched to the limit
2) Furthermore, where you said "star-crossed lovers entwined", I wrote something extremely similar! Check this out:
"My Juliet"
When the hands of time and fate align,
Two star-crossed lovers intertwine.
Hearts beat in perfect rhythm and rhyme,
As we commit the perfect crime.
---
Great minds think alike, eh? 😂 No wonder I like your writing so much lol.
Interestingly enough, I have a few thing I've written, but have yet to publish, that are very similar to a few of your lines... I will share with you :)
----
1) Coincidentally, you said, "limbic pathways stretching"... Awhile back I wrote a senryu when I was stressed out, and feeling pulled in all directions, based on the torture device 'the rack' that reads:
"(W)racking My Brain"
I'm strapped to the rack
Mental ropes ripping limbics
Stretched to the limit
2) Furthermore, where you said "star-crossed lovers entwined", I wrote something extremely similar! Check this out:
"My Juliet"
When the hands of time and fate align,
Two star-crossed lovers intertwine.
Hearts beat in perfect rhythm and rhyme,
As we commit the perfect crime.
---
Great minds think alike, eh? 😂 No wonder I like your writing so much lol.
21st Sep 2020 3:24am
That’s pretty fantastic, NB! Great minds, indeed 😊.
“Mental ropes ripping limbics”
This is just brilliant. I am told scientists are not sure where synesthesia lies, but the prevailing theory is that a glitch in the limbic system is responsible. I like to think of it as an awareness that allows me to sense the things that flow underneath our everyday perceptions. Of course, it could just be my brain misfiring and playing a wild game of word association. Either way, it’s a hell of a ride lol. Thank you for your kind words, as always 💜.
“Mental ropes ripping limbics”
This is just brilliant. I am told scientists are not sure where synesthesia lies, but the prevailing theory is that a glitch in the limbic system is responsible. I like to think of it as an awareness that allows me to sense the things that flow underneath our everyday perceptions. Of course, it could just be my brain misfiring and playing a wild game of word association. Either way, it’s a hell of a ride lol. Thank you for your kind words, as always 💜.
21st Sep 2020 3:36am
Consider it your super power, lol. Apparently it's an extremely small percent of the population that experience synesthesia. I think it's pretty awesome - and I figured with all of your writings about it, you must experience it. Most people have to take hallucinogens to induce that kind of state. Pretty darn cool that your brain is just naturally wired that way, if you ask me 😊
Anyway, keep up the great writing! ❤️
Anyway, keep up the great writing! ❤️
21st Sep 2020 3:55am
Wow.
The quick fire fluidity of the write has a rather sinuous, fluid pulse. The environment holds ghosts that dance in these scents, each a 3 dimensional metaphor of beingness. Oscillating between these details are fascinatingly charge revelations. It has such an intense intimacy about it and I don't think I've ever used that phrase before in describing something. At once earthy and ethereal, it's magnificent to contemplate.
The quick fire fluidity of the write has a rather sinuous, fluid pulse. The environment holds ghosts that dance in these scents, each a 3 dimensional metaphor of beingness. Oscillating between these details are fascinatingly charge revelations. It has such an intense intimacy about it and I don't think I've ever used that phrase before in describing something. At once earthy and ethereal, it's magnificent to contemplate.
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22nd Sep 2020 00:48am
Dear L,
I can’t even begin the memories I have related to smell. You have so many beautiful images in this write I don’t even know where to start. Exquisite write. I’ll just enjoy them all. H🌷
I can’t even begin the memories I have related to smell. You have so many beautiful images in this write I don’t even know where to start. Exquisite write. I’ll just enjoy them all. H🌷
22nd Sep 2020 4:48am
26th Sep 2020 5:24am
It's a treat to watch you guide my mind from envisioning the detail you describe, as it evolves in a metaphor. It changes the canvas and ties in beautifully so that the paint stays where it's at.
There are so many lines that take me from experiencing the moment to thinking about the details.
There are so many lines that take me from experiencing the moment to thinking about the details.
26th Sep 2020 5:27am
I love that you can see both the stationary tale and all the fluid parts gliding along the top. Thank you for understanding it that deeply ♥️.
