Per Diem/Haiku of the Day for February 2022: Synaesthesia/Synesthesia
Per Diem/Haiku of the Day for February 2022 features Guest Editor Victor Oritz’s collection on the theme of Synesthesia. This is what Victor has to say by way of introduction to this theme:
Synaesthesia / Synesthesia may be regarded as a neurodivergent experience. It is not a disease or a disorder but an alternate way of perceiving reality. According to David Eagleman, Baylor College of Medicine, synesthesia is “a sensation produced in one modality when a stimulus is applied to another modality, as when the hearing of a certain sound induces the visualization of a certain color.” That is, one may see a certain color simultaneously when one hears a particular sound. To a synesthete grilled chicken may taste of a shade of blue, musical notes may have color and shape, and letters and numbers may exhibit varying colors and even have different personalities. Used as a literary technique, synaesthesia broadens the experience of a reader / listener by amplifying more than one sense, offering the potential of fresh imagery, ambiguity, surprise, interpretive possibilities, and suggesting the depth of an experience. The appreciation of synesthesia is another way that haiku may become a more layered and complex emotional encounter. Try to listen to these poems from the perspective of one who uses at least two different senses at the same time to perceive the described event rather than to engage with the imagery only as metaphor or even personification. I hope you take the time to savor the colors, scents, sounds, and tactile sensations these wonderful poems evoke.
—Victor Ortiz
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soldier pine stands guard
wearing its Christmas cologne
pungent prickly nose
ankle crack
muddy grass discolours fall
into violet-grey
head back, mouth open
tasty white flakes float tongueward
winter’s happy-meal
driveway ice crackles
floats on a skim of warm sun
bubble mitosis
the green grass
the smell of a rose-
breath of life
I smell
the footsteps of him
his arrival
– Chittaluri satyanarayana
our late-winter walk
arms swinging dreamy green arcs
breaths of cloudless blue
orange-black bouquet
wafts up on leafy cinders
whiff of late autumn
shiny clack of black-
gray stones tumbling in the surf
sand-sparkled beach laughs
unheard music notes
deaf man dancing in the rain
silence at its best
blossom of red fires
the graceful poppies dancing
fields of love and hope
low tide on the marsh
crabs claw out from the root muck
pleasant oozy stench
silver wind whistles
through the old puckering eaves
sipping by the fire
mother’s wheezing –
the archaic folksong
of forgotten hills
vapor songs
swirl in frosted air
winter birds
thermometers rise
nostrils notice melting ice
— the thaw’s silv’ry scent
An interesting theme. Thanks for choosing my haiku. I look forward to reading the others this month.
washing machine
rotates to changing colors
red tiles absorb
burst of balloon
yellow shrinking
pale heard in blue
flaming explosions
red reverberations
a summer storm
forlorn movies—the
intense loneliness of blue
tears on my pillow
Looking forward to all the sizzling savory sounds this month!
trilling piccolo
notes from the powdery snow
blinding staccato