you know
the sway of indigo song,
the stained-glass
mirror of silence?

there’s a pleading
sea in every heartbeat,
a quiet stone
still un

cup your hands
around the face
of water;
winter your
own tears.

the sky to teach
you the lullaby
of its last
how to fly,



Written for Toads.


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10 Responses to blue

  1. Kerry O'Connor says:

    I quite expected an indigo poem here. I love the way the images unfold – the third stanza is a marvel. Thank you for sharing your 55 beautiful words in the Imaginary Garden.

  2. Oh I really liked the thought of indigo and that was my first color of choice.. but I’m glad I didn’t … and that feeling of cupping your hands around the winter.. yes that is my wish too.

  3. Oh De, this is beautiful.

  4. Love that last stanza. And winter as a verb. The lullaby of the sky. Very nice.

  5. there’s a pleading
    sea in every heartbeat… I love that thought – the cycle of water

  6. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:


  7. Shawna says:

    I love this:
    “winter your
    own tears.
    the sky to teach
    you the lullaby”

  8. C.C. says:

    “the sway of indigo song”—lovely and lyrical 🙂

  9. “winter your own tears” It seems mine have escaped hibernation. Beautiful piece

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