Strangle the gramophone with cacophony
and let me weep out in metronome,
my spine twines in a struggle
to recant you it’s madness
without shaking the dust
from Beethoven’s grave
and inhaling
his oath for the Moon
making me strung out before each note
and desired,
loved for the unknown details,
breathing solely to kiss their existence
upon the sharps of the piano.

Sometimes it looks like
I am trying to grow wings.

My wounds are festering,
cross-stitched into idioms,
like storm clouds
shoved under rugs
and neatly folded
into origami theaters of a funeral.
Peck the Prometheus,
oil the chain and salt the liver
of the daring tone,
my voice is like a lyre
carved into warped pornography
when I profess my love;
I will kneel
but I will not swallow the lie.

Sometimes it looks like I am
accepting grief.

Here I am,
the blushing bride of Zeno;
I lay bare my cadence
before your wet lip,
only to whisper my most
deepest secrets
into the reed
for the piper king to lure you;
How can I speak to you of dinning halls
without raising the torn sails anew
and pulling you into
the allegro of this lunacy,
my strawberry against the white
and tears in line
waiting to be decomposed.

Sometimes it looks like cartography,
I split the framboise open
just to let you in.



Udavi gramofon kakofonijom
i pusti me da jecam u metronomu,
moja kichma se upreze u borbi
da ti oporekne svoje ludilo
bez da otrese prashinu
sa Betovenovog groba
i udahne
njegovu zakletvu Mesecu
chineci me prostranu pred svakom notom
i pozeljnu,
voljenu zbog nepoznatih detalja,
koji dishu jedino da poljube svoje postojanje
na crnim dirkama klavira.

Ponekad izgleda kao da
pokushavam da uzgajam krila.

Moje rane se gnoje,
prishivene kroz iks u idiome,
kao olujni oblaci
gurnuti pod tepih
i uredno presavijeni
u origami teatar jedne sahrane.
Kljucaj Prometeja,
naulji lanac i posoli jetru
smelog tona,
moj glas kao lira
izrezbaren u izvitoperenu pornografiju
kada izjavljujem svoju ljubav;
ali necu progutati laz.

Ponekad izgleda kao da
prihvatam tugu.

Evo me,
pocrvenela mlada Zenoova,
polazem nag svoj ritam
pred tvoju vlaznu usnu,
samo da shapnem
moje najdublje tajne
u trsku
da namami te frulash kralj;
Kako ti mogu govoriti o halama za obed
bez podizvanja iskidanih jedra iznova
i bez da te povuchem u
allegro ove ludorije,
u moje jagode protiv beline
i suze u redu
koje cekaju da se razloze.

Ponekad izgleda kao kartografija,
rasparchavam malinu
da te pustim unutra.

~ by Oloriel on June 26, 2013.

50 Responses to “Chromesthesia”

  1. One day, inspired by your writing, I hope to become creative enough to create a post such as this. Have a wonderful day friend. Thank you for this beautiful entry.

    • Thank you very much for your kind praise, it is people like you that make me constantly thrive in inspiration. I hope your day goes by being a million times more wonderfull then mine.

  2. ” Sometimes it looks like I am trying to grow wings / Sometimes it looks like I am accepting grief. ” Too much familiar…
    Very powerful on first reading. I think I will be back here again and reread it few times more.
    Btw, the application that you presented last time is soooo contagious… Would you mind if I ilustrate my posts by some of the master-pieces made by it? πŸ˜€

    • Ofcourse not, I would actually be looking forward to that. The silk weaving is contagious and beyond inspiration, you should defenatly give it a try πŸ˜€
      Thank you for the comment on the poem aswell, I am very happy to hear feedback πŸ™‚

  3. “Sacem svoje tajne u trsku” prelepo.

  4. Its just another extraordinary piece by you!

  5. Oh, wow, Oloriel, this is truly gorgeous! I love it all, but the start is so strong and intriguing. It drew me in and held me the whole time. Fantastic imagery and flow!

    • Thank you very much for the comment and I am glad the poem drew you in and hope you left it with something wise to carry with you.

  6. To Oloriel, samo naprijed! Odlicno, svida mi se ovo za Ludwiga vana!

    ti volis simbolizan, zar ne? sad vidim i zasto ti se posebno dopala moja pjesma koju sam napisao na svom bloggu!

    • U pravu si, nije mi se dopala samo zato sto je bila dobra,vec dodatno i jer je izgledalo i davalo osecaj kao da govori poznatim jezikom πŸ™‚

  7. Breathtaking.

  8. Fantastic! Wow that was brilliantly written!

    • Thank you for your kind compliments, I am most pleased you enjoyed reading and I hope you took something from it to carry with you πŸ™‚

      • Indeed I have but I wonder how long it will carry me for…I’ll just keep popping back in to see what else you have to help me along again hehe

      • You are most free to browse my previous entries if you think they could give more breath πŸ™‚

  9. Bravo Ol πŸ™‚ Moje pesme se postide kad vide tvoju πŸ™‚

  10. WOW… if our first collaboration attempt is to your liking, THIS is next, please!

    • I was meaning to ask you help on giving a voice to this, but you beat me to it πŸ˜€ However, I will tho insist that first I finish a gift poem I am writting for you, which may take a while since it is kinda like divination πŸ™‚

  11. πŸ™‚

  12. I am in COMPLETE awe… your poetry is immensely beautiful! Wow.

  13. I have nominated you for The First Cup Award. No pressure at all to accept. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate your work here!
    You are very welcome! The rules can be found here:

    • Thank you very much, I will be happy to accept such an honor. I will include it in the Award page I am preparing, alongside some previous nominations I still owe to honor. Thank you once again.

  14. Oloriel, your word is good as gold. Sing on, sing on.

  15. Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought by Sahm King.

  16. The poem was a amazing journey. I like seeing the poem in the original form. You make your words come alive and have purpose. Thank you for the excellent poetry.

    • Thank you very much for taking time to read and give me a word of your own, it means a lot to me. I am aswell glad you liked what you read and i hope the journey it took you on made you at least a little bit more wiser, happier or whatever it is you needed πŸ™‚

  17. This poem is (expletive deleted) AMAZING!!! I love love your use of language =) I am so impatient now, I want to write like this!

    • Thank you very much for the compliment and remember how once I told you your writting reminds me of my own? Well, see, you are allready there πŸ˜€

  18. Beethoven and Moon.. Hits home so much.. Sometimes I feel i can grow wings too.. Melodic!

    • I firmly believe all of us here have a soft spot we are trying to cement for Beethoven…. and the Moon. Thankfully (or is it?) there is not many on the outside who see it πŸ™‚

  19. πŸ™‚ I split the framboise open just to let you in. πŸ™‚ Great read! —–Chagall

    • Thank you for stoping by and reading, it is much appriciated! πŸ™‚ I think I am amongs the very few who depict their scars with fruit time and time again πŸ™‚

  20. Magical! The first to lines are stellar “Strangle the gramophone with cacophony and let me weep out in metronome” wow!

  21. Your words are truly magical, darling — this in particular screams to be read aloud, to enjoy the feel of the fricatives and the consonant blends on your lips.

    • Thank you very much for your visit and words. There are some plans for this to be spoken but thank you aswell for your interest in it even before it is born πŸ™‚

  22. […] – Chromethesia by Oloriel at her blog Color me in Cyanide and Cherry — I picked one when I could have picked […]

  23. At first glance, I am floored by the dark, majestic beauty of this piece. ‘..breathing soley to kiss their existence upon the sharps of the piano.’ Magnificent musical evocation of music inspired revery. Thank you and my favorite dilettante for sending me to your blog.

  24. Thank you for following your blog is wonderful. Ann

Tell me something

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Punk Noir Magazine

The Only Crime Is Getting Caught

Hazel J. Hall

Writing through the chaos

Quixotic Mama

some may think I'm just a fool tilting at windmills, but maybe I'm not

Celine Aubert

Explore my books, works-in-progress, side projects, and random brain machinations.

The Violet Hour Magazine

A showcase of literary & artistic talent

Horned Things

A Literary Journal for the Discerning Creature


Colorful~ imaginative ~ Contemporary Art

One Million Photographs

Follow along with me as I travel the world on a quest to publish one million photos

Daydreaming as a profession

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry

Poetry and Commentary that Smells


Author of "Within Paravent Walls", "Daughterbody I", "Daughterbody II", "you ate popcorn in my house of grief" & "mutterseelenallein und splitterfasernackt". Pentalingual Idealist. Hypercreative homebody. Transgenerational Poetess.

Tricia Sankey

poet and author of The Light in the Cave

Brave & Reckless

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50

%d bloggers like this: