…
do
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
-known.
cup your hands
around the face
of water;
winter your
own tears.
ask
the sky to teach
you the lullaby
of its last
syllables,
how to fly,
…….be
………..still.
..
Written for Toads.
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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.
gorgeous ~
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.
Oh De, this is beautiful.
Love that last stanza. And winter as a verb. The lullaby of the sky. Very nice.
there’s a pleading
sea in every heartbeat… I love that thought – the cycle of water
Beautiful!
I love this:
“winter your
own tears.
ask
the sky to teach
you the lullaby”
“the sway of indigo song”—lovely and lyrical 🙂
“winter your own tears” It seems mine have escaped hibernation. Beautiful piece