Paint Me Indigo

[Dark Muse]

Paint Me Indigo

Pale bird flies-
wing beats
counting
the lives

Hushed-
as working fingers
of fate
untangle
floundering souls

Stir the air-
with blood born sonnets
vapid for the touch
of essence
beyond this life

Captive-
in gilded dreams
silence the song
until lost upon
blue seas

Eternal flight-
unbound desire
electric connectivity
poised between
indigo worlds

[acdouglas92]

Wow...I'm a bit confused as to the whole meaning of the poem, but it's very nice nonetheless. I can tell that I got an ultimate sense of foreboding; perhaps fear of death or (dare I say) fear of fear itself? Whoever the speaker is, it sounds as though he/she is trying to escape death or something of a malicious nature.

Nice one!

[Dark Muse]

Thank you, acutally I really did not intend for this one to be so foreboding, though I can see how it may come off that way.

[acdouglas92]

Yeah, I could see another side of it; another completely different interpretation.
Just curious: How did you mean for it to be interpreted?

[Dark Muse]

It was meant to refelct a sort of boundless freedom, a freedom of the soul, though not per sae in the death sense, but being shed of the restraints of the phycial world. The last stanza is meant to refelct being caught between the sea and the sky.

[Pendragon]

Well, I enjoyed it! Thanks for posting it. :thumbs_up

[Dark Muse]

Thank you

[qimissung]

I like "stir the air-with blood born sonnets..." I love the imagery that creates!