Color Blind

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sriracha

Consider the color.
Consider it red, the
red of sriracha
behind a white rooster.

Consider what I see.
Consider what you see.
I call it red, the
red of sriracha.

Suppose you see green
when you see sriracha.
Then what is the color?
And what does red mean?

This poem was written in response to Miz Quickly’s Day Twenty-Two prompt, which was to write something about synesthesia or at least about the senses. This doesn’t exactly fit the bill but it does speak to my fascination with color perception and how it might differ from person to person.

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4 thoughts on “Color Blind

    • Thank you for visiting. I see we have Misky in common, or at least Twiglets. I play with poetry, sometimes frequently, sometimes much less so. And I am fascinated by color and color perception and also by by Sriracha.

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