Colour of the Day

[Hawkman]

When I think of days,
Sundays are red.
Mondays and Saturdays are white,
Tuesdays have always been blue,
And Wednesdays are grey days.
Though Thursdays are green,
Fridays are black,
But I don’t know why.
I just see them that way,
What colours are they to you?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Since I reached the mandatory retirement age at the university where I taught, all my days have been Sundays. I don't see them in any particular colour but I'm searching for the name of a book I read (with, I think "blue" in the title) written by a guy who had considerably overcome his autism or Asperger's Syndrome but who still saw numbers in various colours and shapes. I'll post that when/if I locate the title.

[Hawkman]

There is a specific name for the colour associative thing, but I can't remember it. I don't have it, as for those who do, it is ever present. For me it is limited purely to the concept of days of the week.

[PrinceMyshkin]

There is a specific name for the colour associative thing, but I can't remember it. I don't have it, as for those who do, it is ever present. For me it is limited purely to the concept of days of the week.

Born on a Blue Day, by Daniel Tammet

http://books.google.com/books?id=gGrBCQYD3qEC&dq=Born+on+a+Blue+Day&source=bl&ots=4zzfRaGH57&sig=AWA2Zc4hvlb-Ot1RpN5ETbH6gWc&hl=en&ei=GvuoS77ZBsW0tgf06OCMAQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CBMQ6AEwAQ

[blank|verse]

Have you read 'Republic' by Simon Armitage from T-Rex versus the Corduroy Kid? Your poem reminded me of that (although they're different).

I think there's a nice idea behind this, H-man. Some of the combinations are a bit obvious... alright, maybe just the Wednesday one, but you get the point. I would work on this and try and tease it out a bit and make it more substantial. That 'I don't know why' is a bit of a cop-out and the question at the end a bit lazy as well; maybe if you answered that question more fully, you'd have a stronger poem.

Oh, and the word you're looking for is synaesthesia.

(And I think you certainly must win some kind of award for prolificness judging by your current output rate...)

[Hawkman]

Hi BV,

No I haven't, I'm afraid. I'll try and give it a look.

I'm inclined to agree with you over your comments re this poem. Unfortunately I can't help the colours, they're the ones I see. But re your appraisal I will give this one some more work.

As for the profligacy of my output (which I hope is not a bad thing) it will be dropping off a bit over the next few days as I have to do some real work. Oh, and thanks for synaesthesia - I've been trying to remember all day. - H

[blank|verse]

Unfortunately I can't help the colours, they're the ones I see.
That's fascinating. Do you see the words as colours, or what (the whole day through a coloured filter)? But, as I've been told, just because something is true or factually accurate, it doesn't mean it has to be in a poem. There's got to be something in this though - a narrative or dramatic monologue poem, perhaps?

Armitage's poem imagines a republic where only certain coloured cars are allowed on the road each day:

On Mondays, red cars only enter town [...]
On Tuesdays, white cars alone hit the road [...]
Blue Wednesday. [...] Thursday and Fridays are lemon and lime [...]