Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Dim


indigo heart
leaking,
dripping
indigo blood
cold, rarefied
floating,
rising
smoke of illusions
into the nightmare,
the indigo night


indigo stars,
extinguished beacons,
guarding the flight
to the indigo chasm
nobody,
nothing,
darkness in glory
into the poor,
the indigo heart

17 comments:

Geraldine said...

Oh this is so beautifully written Vesper. I felt the emotion in every line.

Hugs, G

PS: You have an award waiting over at MPP, stop by when you can.

Rick said...

Tonight I will drive too fast down dark country roads and recite this poem over and over until I see an indigo cloud drift past the half moon. What a wonderful, brooding poignance you have shared with us.

Charles Gramlich said...

Indigo is such a great word. One of my favorite titles is "Dress her in indigo."

BernardL said...

A shadowy flight into hopelessness. Striking.

jason evans said...

Like neutron stars. There, but dark.

Maybe there's enough atoms left to re-ignite the nuclear fires.

Marilyn Brant said...

Beautiful and haunting... Welcome back, Vesper. Hope your trip was wonderful ;).

The Blonde Duck said...

Have you been published or done a slam book? You should.

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

That is so very lovely... almost haunting, in a far-away way...

And that is a nice picture of the Pleiades! Love the seven sisters!!

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

laughingwolf said...

love it, v :)

indigo girls rock, too ;)

the walking man said...

Toes bare, just the tips of them on the indigo chasm edge. I wonder what it would feel like to tilt forward and fall and fall and fall, never hitting anything, never not moving again, stillness being behind. I think I will lean over just a bit more because soon enough physics will take over from thought and I will begin my journey through the indigo space.

Vesper said...

Geraldine, they are very much appreciated, your heartfelt words and the award. Thank you! *many hugs*

Rick, not too fast and not too dark… But I can imagine that road, and you in the car, and that cloud… Thank you for your wonderful words, my friend.

Charles, what a great title! I admire people who can come up with such titles because I’m very bad at it… :-)

Bernard, oh, I love this description. It gives me goosebumps. Thank you!

Jason, beyond any other possible meanings, to imagine those stars, solitary dwellers of a huge cosmos, is just overwhelming to me…

Thank you, Marilyn! :-) The trip was more than wonderful…

Blonde Duck, you are incredibly kind! :-) Published only on this blog…

Scarlett, thank you! :-) The Seven Sisters, yes. I took the picture from Hubble then dimmed it a lot to suit the purposes of the words.

Thanks, LW! :-) They do, don’t they? :-)

Mark, I was just posting a reply, which was not accepted because a tag wasn't closed, when your comment appeared...
Oh, my, yes, to tilt forward and fall and fall and fall, but maybe it's impossible to fall, maybe it is just floating in nothingness, what a vast, cosmic sensation this must be...

Aniket said...

I loved it.

I might have been biased for this too, as 'Mood Indigo' is one of the largest youth festivals in India and yours truly has been adjudged Mr. Mood Indigo (winner of the personality contest twice, 2003 and 2006) :D :D

Vesper said...

Wow, Mr. Mood Indigo! Bravo! :-)
I'm glad you liked it.

Mariana Soffer said...

Congratulations this is a great poem, dark like my favourite ones, but with an indigo background color, which is a delightfull color for the stars

Catvibe said...

Oh I so much hate it when blogger eats my comments. I left one for you, I forgot what I said it was a while ago. But I love this Vesper, it takes me out into space, and I love it there.

Vesper said...

Mariana, thank you for your nice comment - it is much appreciated. And welcome to my blog! :-)

Cat, blogger is treacherous sometimes... :-) Thank you for coming back and for your kind praise. :-)

Sarah Hina said...

Strange how darkness and even hopelessness can seem so beautiful, when you pen it this way, Vesper. Your poems always haunt me, and make me want to lift a curtain, somehow. Into this other world you paint so well.

Just the repetition of the word "indigo" in my mouth made me feel full of regret for something that had been had, but lost.