“Indigo has a purifying, stabilizing, cleansing effect when fear, repression, and obsessions have disturbed your mental body” —Tae Yun Kim
Indigo
Impermanence looms
Buckle up
The magic fades too fast /the scent of summer never lasts /the nights turn hollow and vast /but nothing remains…nothing lasts —Sanober Khan
Gravid hues
Odic redolence
Poets plumb
let me die /from having being drunk on /indigo skies, my liver… /overflowing with stars —
Night blossoms
Shades of flowers reap
Widow’s weed
…when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun —David Levithan
Midnight rave
Blue moon in eclipse
A black hole
Colours are all the colours of the rainbow and the colours between the rainbow colours between. I can never get indigo. Year after year, I wait for indigo, but even when the fashion is navy, you never get indigo, the glow, the long slow glow of indigo in the high night sky ―Anne Bartlett
Shooting stars
Riches to rags go
Wearing thin
Even very great things, he meant, can’t last forever. Or beautiful things, I suppose. Those too. Things that don’t really need replacing except because they fall apart ―Emma Richler
In the pits
Mining gleaming seams
Ore of awe
Indigo, the deep blue contains an abundance of sapphires shining their light through the density, awakening and stirring our consciousness. In the daylight the sea will change, but for now it remains mysterious, obtainable through our imagination ―Jennifer Lynch
Morning blooms
Glory of midnight
Fades to day
His eyes were that colour you can’t see in the rainbow. Indigo ― Rainbow Rowel
Old habit
New inspiration
Borrowed blue
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli —George R. R. Martin
Dye of blues
Ephemeral glows
Eternal
Everything is so fleeting and impermanent. It’s enough to drive you bat shit crazy ―Shane Kuhn
Odes to blues
Owed to moans of woe
Below rue
When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down and die —Duke Ellington
Life is shorts
Art is longer pants
Painters ink
You thought you could create more indigo, and I understand why you wished it … for indigo is the color of bluebirds, the color of the twilight sky. Newton insisted it be added to the colors of the rainbow, and once upon a time, its cousin true blue was such a rare pigment, its price rivaled gold. People have fought wars over indigo crops and used it to bolster and brag of their wealth. Why? All in an attempt to make beauty lasting ―Ashley Clark
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GODSLAUGH.ME 
These are great, CES. I should get back to my quote posts; it’s been a while. I love the art and poetry they inspire in you guys.
BTW, is “having being” a typo?
Much love,
David
Thank you for your inspired words, David. 🙂 The quotes in the posts I love on skepticskaddish.com are always inspiring, on significant topics, up there with your poetry posts.
As to what comes first in the Indigo series and post: The inspiration for the picture poetry is not the quotations, but a frequency of light which resonates truth and beauty beneath the surface of something familiar. (“It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see…” Anais Nin). The picture poetry inspires the theme of the post, and the verses and quotations it contains are inspired by complementary frequencies of light. (“An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.” Letitia Elizabeth Landon).
The grammar in the verb form – “having being” – in the Sanober Kahn poem, as it appears on goodreads.com or brainyquotes.com, I perceive as the past-present-perfect tense in which to be drunk on indigo. 🙂
I really enjoyed reading that. Perhaps, it was due, in part, to the music I was listening to, but it felt very hypnotic. Beautiful work.
Thank you, George. Glad you enjoyed the indigo experience. Were you listening to blues music, or what?
Haha no, a little Hearts of Space. Good music for reading or writing.
That explains the hypnotic effect.
I agree with Geo. Raymond. This piece is quite hypnotic. Is that a characteristic of indigo? And of course, we all need a reminder of the impermanence of everything. I really loved your poem “Dye of blues / Ephemeral glows / Eternal” What a great concept – an eternal ephemeral glow. It is paradoxical but so true. Wonderful post.
To snap out of the indigo trance, say “Poet’s pants!” 🙂 Thank you for connecting, LuAnne.