Indigo

A shade of Feeling. Indigo.

An oddity about this art

But resonates or screams then echoes and beams

A ray of Indigo light immaculate in flight

Perfection in time

Yet time seems slow yet as wine ages time will pass

Inhale scents of lemongrass

Emotions clinched, pinched, and fastened tight

Path in light, darkest hour

Or when she speaks,

Skies thunder and snap

Reverberates withdrawn rain,

Black

Bouncing back

Relationships bare as Bolivia's salt flats

Air

Thin

Stifling

Gradient face blended of traces of blue violet, bold, deep, sad.

Fierce,

Indigo.

Will I ever, is it clever or does one know no better

James will tell you,

He can't believe what you say because he sees what you do

Or maybe I should let it go

Settlement of elements magnetic in poles

A field repellent,

Tethered,

And somehow this makes sense.

It's evident you've yet to adapt

Fathom or gather,

It's been a day

It's silent

Shade of Indigo streaked 

Listening to crickets speak shatter silence into night when it peaks,

Split

Or lightening bugs flick

An initiative in skies to imitate dye and paint chips

An oddity about this art,

Indigo.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Yes, Prince. Yes, amazing poem-"A ray of indigo light immaculate in flight.. Perfection in time."- iconic words. You are a Word-Master and painter of feelings. Your words have light, dark and hubris and I give you much Respect. Thank you for this.

mood

[Ty]

Keep checking it! Your words are absolutely inspirational. Absolutely appreciate the feedback!

[Nariko]

This is a breathtaking poem