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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Last Day--Questiad--COLORS IN THE WIND

This is a Questad poem. For an explanation you can go here.
Here's mine:


Kind Blue tries to blend into the blue-shot beyond.
Red is hotter than ruby blood, pump, pump, pumping through the universe' veins.
Green breathes silvery sylvan song into my ears, tickling.
Yellow, like bee-striped buzzing, tracking as sunflowers their deity across the golden sky.
Purple is a royal cloak, spread velvety over the jewel-studded hills.
Orange, like the blazing noon-day sun, sears truth into the eyes and mind. 
But  ah, Indigo! Indigo is mysterious, magical music dancing and skipping from star to star, its toes tipped in inky frost flowers. Indigo is the night sky just before the moon dips down into its daylight stall. Indigo sings through my mind and being, filling me with sparkling laughter.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

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