Red

Red is a Farmall Tractor

sitting tall and proud

Yellow sun glistens off

the hood as the engine

below sends blue flame

up the stack / with a crack

For me, it has to be

a red Farmall M

No green John Deere will do

An orange Allis Chalmers

just makes me spew

Red takes me back

to days gone by

Riding high on that seat

Feeling the sun on my head

and all that power beneath me

Photos; Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse we are trying a new form of poetry. Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sense leads to automatic, involuntary experiences of a second one.   There are over 80 types of synesthesia described by science.   Nearly every combination of sensory experiences or cognitive concepts is possible.

Seeing music as colors is one form of synesthesia. Perceiving letters as personalities is another one,  or seeing numbers in color. Even hearing colors or touching smells. Today I am writing as Red being the color of vintage Farmall tractors that I drove in my teen years on the farm.

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