My Five Senses

My Five Senses For someone with synaesthesia, I am just quite dumbfounded, In understanding all my five senses, That leaves me buzzing, ungrounded! You see, it’s not very clear, As to why this does happen, But I see, hear, smell, taste and touch things, As if they’re quite apparent. I see things in color, Like words, numbers, and notes. Which often leaves me in a blunder, To quote or unquote! I taste more than just food, Like air, space and mood, And often compare it, To a summer in June. I hear most things out loud, Like smell touch and crowds, For where there is one, the others are around. And often they all blend together somehow. So, what’s simply the norm for her, them, and you, Are just all my five senses, demanding a cue. And if ever you meet me or another as similar, Don’t bother to question, because for us it's quite familiar. Date of poem 25 July 2018