This Indigo Heart

bursts apart,

        vein and ventricle

     bleed blue

cobalt inkspill

         onto quill, page, skin.

Cyan breeze whispers azure secrets

pours out steely dawn

      with sapphire smile.

This cerulean mile

This indigo ocean

This slate gilded glass lake

This peacock hope

This pool of unwashed dreams

This blue ribboned stream

            of consciousness

This mirror of

      sorrow salted sea

            and star spilled midnight sky

                                                                     This bold blue, blurry me.


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15 Responses to This Indigo Heart

  1. Mary says:

    Lovely images in this poem!

  2. Mary says:

    Beautiful images in this poem!

  3. Oh, De, purely magical, mystery of you in all of the most beautiful hues of blue! I love this bit with all my heart: Cyan breeze whispers azure secrets

    pours out steely dawn

    with sapphire smile.

    A huge Happy Easter shout out to you and your family, De!! Much love to you!

  4. Loved the way you moved through the many facets of the color blue.

  5. Janet says:

    Blown away, De!

  6. You do, indeed, bleed blue — in all its tints & shades! And these blurry eyes always enjoy reading poems from “bold blue, blurry” you! :-))

  7. lovely word use & images

  8. Shawna says:

    Love, love love:
    “cobalt inkspill
    onto quill, page, skin.
    Cyan breeze whispers azure secrets”

    “steely dawn” … LOL, you play with words like I do (used to do this a lot more); reminds me of sheryl crow: “steely dan rather be a hammer than a nail”

    More love for this line: “This bold blue, blurry me.”

    I did read this poem this morning but didn’t have time to comment. 🙂

    • whimsygizmo says:

      Thanks, Shawna. I was afraid somebody would pick up on the similarity to “Steely Dan.” I tried to talk Dawn out of that adjective, but she wanted it. So, Dan and Dawn it is. Bossy, these words. 😉
      Saw you have a new one. Cannot read until I do my Magpie. I tend to absorb things by osmosis, and I’m always paranoid that I’ll plagiarize. And since I love the way you turn a phrase, I might be apt to accidentally put it in my pocket on my way out. 😉

  9. whimsygizmo says:

    That’s just the right size for pockets. I am not to be trusted. 😉

  10. A magical, beautiful write!

    Anna :o]

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