Best Indigo Poems
My hands are tired, so I let my brush rest,
unable to paint Autumn's loneliness.
How much I miss you can never be stressed.
August has left behind blank emptiness.
Sitting by the window in the corner,
watching the world in its colourful hues.
I search for your face among the murmur,
but all I'm left with is a muse with blues.
In simple stillness your voice echoes loud.
Each stitch I weave I see you before me.
Memories remind me of what we vowed.
Without you there would be no artistry.
My palette is dry without your pastel,
all that's left is an indigo inkwell.
“Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo”
"Black and White ain’t colour," he says
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
"A person shows their true colours -
Black and White"
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
Dark and Light
Black and White
Celluloid is two dimensional
Dark and Light
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
Celluloid is two dimensional
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
She moves out of Time, Arrested development
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
She moves out of time, Arrested development
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Ghosts in the mirror now walk in, in Time and tune
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo in Runes
Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018
“In Music, an Intermezzo in the most general sense, is a composition which fits between other musical or dramatic entities, such as acts of a play or movements of a larger musical work.”
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
St Jerome
1. "Gentlemen Take Polaroids", Japan.
https://genius.com/Japan-gentlemen-take-polaroids-lyrics
2. Runes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runes
3. "Our Secret Garden", Peter Murphy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uJUQ0ncDcs
Looking up, I search the indigo sky...
she covers me like a beautiful inverted bowl
sharing marvelous currents of twinkling lights
glistening in a tangled mass of silver.
And I know all the while there are others
looking up - gazing into the same indigo colored sky.
They too, search for meaning
as the clouds, driven by an unseen mariner
whisper gently to the indigo colored sky.
Yet, far beyond the moon and stars,
heaven floats patiently hoping love will
envelope humanity in an everlasting peace
under her beautiful indigo colored sky.
Alone on a crisp seashore
Bellowing storm clouds engage
Rolling above me as I walk the beach
A pleasantry lifting my rage
Bending my head back looking up
My arms stretched out to their sides
Cool rain drops lightly kiss me
Sensuous tempestuous skies
Taking in a deep breath
I let my repression fade
Peace penetrates my Heartmind
Removing the storm's I've made
Slowly with each rhythmic beat
From these tiny three foot waves...
My anger vanished with the storm
Into a gothic indigo haze~
Copyright 2008
“Hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” —Silent One
Scents of jasmine overwhelm boldly
along the granite trail made from ebony buds.
Under Jupiter June’s skyline orbits an alignment
enhancing deeper blue tones on earth’s surface.
Infinite rows of resplendently scented
purple petals grace the image I am told.
Transported by it, my assignment.
Luscious lavender suffuses the soul
with its zest, doing what lavender does.
Tuning into the mind’s emotional unrest,
Slows and unwinds taming the tempest.
Tales abound of an endless Gemini Garden
found near a fairy chimney~a limestone cave carved out
by water encompassed by blooms of deep purple flora.
Byzantium blues and violet berries from the Juniper trees,
I am crushing on it, but musing on never
laying eyes upon such an elysian presence.
Into the distance I trek, rushing each eager step.
I shall explore the garden I’ve come to adore
and its inhabitants, decedents of Pollux and Castor.
From the aurora realms ascends the Queenfisher
of the bluebird bloodline, her plumes of black lace glide wild.
Lily of the valley plays with her daughter Hope.
Lilac, one of the heavenly twins will soon come along.
Hope ignites the sphere with a sunshine smile
Flutters her wings, those of an Indigo child.
Serenely she sings a birdsong's ballad.
Your soft blue eyes
My invaluable prize
Your rain blue sapphires
My hearts will, conspires
Your sacred wishing wells
My love found, in your spells
Your calming reflective storms
My emotions turn to you in swarms
Your lenses of perfect cerulean sight
My resistance, not given in the slight
Your diamonds in the planets of snow
My affections infinitude made to show
Your crystal filled orbs of cobalt & indigo
My dreams fulfilled by those you bestow
Your Indigo Ink, Yes, You
“Great spirits have always encountered
opposition from medicore minds”
Albert Einstein
Your very best poems are about truth, goodness or
beauty!
Yet, ignored, over something... not only ghastly base,
but something mindlessly fruity.
Do not fret if they are ignored, move on and close
the door.
If you are here to be loved and very popular, it
shows in your poetry, which is mostly jocular.
Let others write exactly as they choose.
Get up, read a poet you like, by wearing your
poetic soul shoes.
Why keep reading, only those at the top?
There are thousands rarely read, they are humans
after all, not floor mops!
Ah, those photos on that homepage are so very
deceiving!
Poses of love and great beauty, and then come
their vicious comments~ indeed a very, dark soul
revealing.
Never mind mean cracks at your poems!
These are unloving poets staring at their
contorted faux image.
Under their own cruel mind-domes!
Best we learn from one another.
Than to do all in our power, a good poet’s writ,
to ignore and smother.
Tell me, how great you must feel, when you turn
off your night light.
When some here really do choose to
make of another, a joke and a blight?
Better to support than do all in your power to
smother one another.
Than to prance about here, pretending others are
not your equals or poetry brothers.
Jealousy here? A purely teenage emotion!
It destroys friendships here, and creates a painful
commotion.
I cannot use his name, it would not be right,
But his humor is impressive, classical and a most
appreciated delight.
10/4/2021
the night
promised
more than dreams
my eyes
closed
seeing stars
as they are
wildly thrown
perfection
knowing
i would be
here
this table
destined
the sky is
fine indigo soup
steaming overhead
and
god is
the server.
~ appreciate the feeling of the stillness
- and you will understand everything better ~
my quote
The color of indigo
screwed into my blood
Mountain ranges and craggy cliff faces
at the top God's pulpit
A beauty you wanted to own
forget that right away
Leave the blue butterfly alone
I am grateful for having seen it
An unripe blueberry meadow, promise
two sisters that will eat in the fall
indigo crystals gather in the grass
always play with full effort
The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY. But still only a
WINSOME rose.
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE
The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the
stunning QUEEN.
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.
Shades of BRILLIANT blue FLASH ACROSS A MOVIE
SCREEN BLUE VIXEN SUPREME
She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her
Heels with CONGESTED JEALOUSLY.
When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
Magnificent presence
Pleasantly BEING.
THE IMMEASURABLE SOUL OF THE
INDIGO GARDEN
MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
Immensely MESMERIZING
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing
THE INDIGO WAY
ALWAYS THE INDIGO ROSE FOREVER
Fawning and falling, there goes your heart butting
in again. faded careworn jean jacket's pockets frayed
no longer the deep indigo to match her eyes,
daring me to swing higher than she rocketing skyward
instinct failing me., how I want it to kick in..
nothing left to say, as the day wore thin, only she knew why..
go away with me in her eyes, please stay with me in mine.
Cunning cheeks proud, tho' gaunt.., how poor she must be.
asked her when she last had something to eat
restless heart hers.., so different than any I'd ever known
only a small handbag that looked once to've been mauve
lean lesson in friendship's hardest won friend..
'cause I need her to know someone cares if only this once,
so sad to see society steal her smile away.
She'll find it again, I always hoped this for Carol..
messy bun lip glossed lips whistle at a plateless car
in yet another restless turn of the sun..
lovely loveless one that learned so much from the street
endless search for you, virtue's never ending trap for me..
Your
heart,
your soul,
inspire me
to love more each day.
In orbit of your full azure,
a slight touch and I am breathless by lingering warmth.
Anew, I feel the freedom of blue, a soft breeze in dawn’s sky of perpetual light.
I am one feather rising, floating - soothed in the light of your love and God’s omniscience; I am the deep peace of indigo prayers answered.
2/21/16, for Nayda's Heart Symphony Contest
My friend, how did he go so wrong?
Funny and jovial, was he, as happy as one can be.
Then, Paul shot his wife to death, mercilessly,
Beneath their family Christmas tree!
Leaving behind, children...three.
He never had a harsh word to say to anyone.
What was he thinking, this man of fun?
I shall never, ever know...
I wanted to scream and run.
Strange how life twists and turns at
times in unhappy and vicious ways.
I worry for women and gentle children.
Praying, they are never abused by men.
That was the saddest Christmas Eve of
my life.
A husband with a handgun, oh such pain
and unforgettable holiday strife.
~Biographical note~
This, indeed was only one of many brutal attacks, I
experienced in my life. Later, a fellow teacher blew
her husband way. Life is not always kind to so
many unfortunates.
My take away from events like this, is to recall how
beautiful life is. To value it, be grateful. Above all,
to communicate with each other openly. Be kind.
Be supportive.
If you are in an abusive relationship, get help or get
out. Your life depends on it. Don't let any poet here
smallify or degrade you, ever!..Panagiota Romios
Internet abuse is not acceptable....
July 15, 2020
7pm PST
Alizarin azaleas
in the myrtle moss
where my flax feet cross
to the saffron sand,
in my magenta mind...
Beneath a cerulean sky
where the fuchsia fowl fly
to a haematic horizon
for true lavender love,
with my turquoise thoughts...
Ascending a viridian vortex
was my amaranth amour
with its vermilion vim
to your henna hands,
from my hazel heart...
Such silver sincerity
fades to xanadu xenon
as your damson dissent
shoves the taupe truth,
down my thistle throat...
Umber unanimity
in my wisteria world
has turned my crimson comfort so,
indigo.
go
grow up
go through the time archway
away from the omens bay
ahead awaits a rose of indigo