Every green was brown in his eyes
The trees and grass a blur
Every blue was grey to him
It’s smell he did prefer
The world robbed of its style
Trudging through soviet design
Marvelling at the taste of pink
“Oh this synaesthete life of mine”
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge Green
17th Jun 2026 – shared with dVerse – colour prompt
Today I’m feeling:
Pretty good knowing that I have no classes this week though can expect a little boredom as I have to spend time hanging out with the primary kids doing Scout stuff.
The kids are fine but the waiting around with nothing to do is a bit annoying.
Today I’m grateful for:
Being able to sneak away for coffee and writing after a couple of hours with the scout boys.
The best thing about today was:
Finding out who the girl was in the picture that I took 4 years ago that I thought was Funfai but was a younger student called Sugus. I found her today when I was helping in the primary department and I showed her the picture and she gave a huge smile and said she remembered that time we took the picture together.
On top of that, about a year ago I saw a primary school student I recognised in the back lanes of our village and as I rode by on my motorbike I waved and she waved back. That was Sugus!
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
Last night I badly hurt my foot on the gate as I was closing it. I cleaned up the wound and it stung like crazy and I hoped that it would be ok in the morning. Unfortunately it wasn’t.
It’s ok to put pressure on the toes but not so much on the whole of my foot which is what I’m doing when standing or walking. It feels very tender and sore underneath the cut.
How am I handling it? Grin and bear it.
Something I learned today?
Teacher David is partially colourblind, or very good at pulling my leg.
Review your acts, and then for vile deeds chide yourself, for good be glad. — Discourses 3.10
I got two free bottles of water at the garage when I filled up the car this morning and so gave them to the gardener at school who tends the premises, making everything look nice, whilst spending lots of time out in the sun.
What am I thinking about right now?
The pain in my foot which is bruising up now. It’s very tender around the wound though it got easier to walk on throughout the day.


This is a lovely poem for our Green challenge; thank you.
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Love that poem. A colorful way to describe color blindness.
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Thank you D. 🙏
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Ah…no one else has approached the prompt this way….the colorblind do have a muted world. And then your line brings cheer:”Marvelling at the taste of pink”
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It’s kind of interesting that 90-something percent of us agree on colours and odd when we come across folks who don’t see them they same way. Who’s to say that they are wrong?
Thanks Lillian 🙏
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Very nice and I like the different perspective and take on today prompt! Bravo, Shaun! 🩵
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Cheers Cara 🙏
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Marvelling at the taste of pink
Colour blindness is not so bad and you manage to enjoy its related aromatic pleasures. It is a blessing to work around it!
Hank
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these two lines are epicly good.
“The world robbed of its style
Trudging through soviet design”
now am imagining the type of life if it was always that way.
Perhaps my favourite sense would be either smell or taste then.
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Thanks Reelika 🙏 I often play a little mind game with myself, deciding whether it would be better to go blind or go deaf and I usually end up at a preference for going blind. I love both music and reading and I figure that with audiobooks I would still be able to enjoy both if I was blind. Being deaf would mean losing music almost completely.
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i like the comparison of birth colour blindness with the somber choice of sterile Soviet architecture.
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Cheers Paul 🙏
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My pleasure Shaun ❤️
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