So deep as lightless seas
feelings scrolled upon bedrock
sounded in solemn sepulchre of time
as echoes of unanswered endings;
wakened without wishes.
Rising indigo flame of desire
falling to want's capacious chasms
embedded in diamond stone of memory
defined flaws of unique beauty,
home to heedless heart of hope.
In a list
A contest entry
- Purple Prose - one day - ten entries by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended December 16, 2007, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Well done words of expression about the beauty of indigo, and it made me think. How precious the stone..excellent write.....novy
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what a beautifully descriptive poem.... and had it been prose.... it would have been a stunning piece of it.
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so true, thank you so much...PK
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A passionate indigo read!
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I love indigo - and this poem reflects its depth and beauty... the flame, the stone, the beauty.... what a rich poem this is.... the flame that warms...
~ Nicolette
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You are rich and langorious but your sense of the exquisite inhibits your squandering emotion to display the pretext of a poem. Nice try though. I enjoyed myself while reading it.
Love, Tom B.
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The purpleness of the flame Good luck in the contest.
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You did it again
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Wow!
You are good! I LIKE THIS PIECE ALOT! so glad i came here to your page. really nice work.
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