The Colors Part 4: Indigo

The following is a poem that goes along with three others and a painting; these are collectively named "The Colors". They were an exercise in positive-emotion-expressing poetry that I created in 2018. This last one should strongly engage the sapphic faculty (lol).

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Cord drawn velvet drapery,

Coat on the crocheted key;

How many years has it been?

Has anything waited for me?

Have I any prudence

For the sweeping of the trees?

Once a mess of moons ago-

Yes, there must be someone waiting up on me.

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A caramel sole slowly taps, and

Linen looms over linoleum ground;

Her latticed eyes leer, trying to show

(Gathering the charms she found)

Limbs run ivy up peripheral stairs,

Bringing braided whispers to stained glass;

Dark hair cascades straight to the marble waist

Framing multicolored beads on a white mask

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With omniscient glances:

"Haven't you any sense at all?"

Haven't you held these fingers

In the center of your clairvoyant palm?

And "Was it such a mystery?"-

Six notes struck on a hallowed guitar,

And telharmonium tones in dialogue play

Confidences written in the belly of the stars

(Does the figure exit or do I wake?)

Reverberations begin to disperse from the hall,

Of a proclamation: The court will have...

The body will have... it all.

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