National Poetry Month--Day Once--Color Poem--Indigo--ABCB Poem--Non-linear Time

 

This is my color poem that I wrote later for this day. If you want to know what a color poem is, go here. And the poem:

Indigo is a sea of time

Mysterious in its numberless depths

Unquantifiable like a black hole

Yet full of lives and life as a boundless ocean

©2021 by H. Linn Murphy

This is more like a good Sunday poem. Not that it can't be on other days. But this day is special. So here's my Sunday poem: 

NON-LINEAR TIME

How is there time for minutiae 

That Christ deals with every day?

For the least little thing I beguile Him. 

He listens whenever I pray.

 

I know by the way that my problems 

Seem to lighten when we've had a chat

He patiently answers my questions

Though I've wandered this way and that.

 

If I were Him I'd be frustrated

At the cavalier manner I use

When I hurry through conversations

But He'll never sigh or accuse.

 

He just patiently waits for the punchline

Or the begging or light little flick

I wonder if I ever make him

Annoyed or a little bit sick.

 

I need to grow up and be better

At thinking of what I will say

When I ask Him how He spent the ev'ning

Whether He had a pretty good day. 

I should patiently wait for an answer

Instead of the bluster and wind.

If I calmly and quietly listen

There are answers just waiting to find.

Then go and do something about it

Do my part , make a difference, a goal

Not being lazy or doubting

Not letting life take a toll. 

There'll be opportunities plenty 

To be Jesus' hands in the fray

Time will stretch out to eternity

Or maybe just God's seventh day.

©2021 by H. Linn Murphy

 

Color Poem--Indigo--National Poetry Month

These don't seem that indigo to me. It's rare to find true indigo. That's why I love it.

On this last day of National Poetry Month, I'm going to do a color poem. If you want to know how to do this particular form, go here. Otherwise, here's my poem:

Probably not Pluto, but to me Pluto will always be a planet, just as Indigo should always belong to the color spectrum. Besides, you don't know what Pluto looks like.

INDIGO

Indigo is mystery; rare and difficult to find

Like Pluto on the outer edge, a pirate planet waiting to embark in shenanigans.

Like the sky just before the stars send sparks through the velvety night.

As comfy as an old pair of jeans with a new-found hundred dollar bill in the pocket.

Just a l'il bit of Heaven on earth right here.

 © 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

The Eighteenth Day's Offering--Color Poem--Indigo

I'm doing a color poem today. To find out what that is, go here.
And this is my poem. Ta dah!

Indigo is mysteriously delicious and difficult to come by.

Indigo is a month of Saturdays rolled in chocolate. 

@@INDIGO is a chameleon rocking a bow tie.@@

Indigo is playing 'Maleguena' on a toy piano. 

Indigo tastes like love dipped in mint chip 
ice cream. 

 

*Indigo smells like cinnamon rolls slathered 
in blueberry frosting and fearlessness. *

Indigo sounds like the wind soughing through 
fir trees at midnight.

 Indigo feels like the water pressing on me as I  
dive down  to the reef.
Indigo looks like the planet Pluto wreathed in mist.
Indigo makes me sing and dance a jig.

Indigo is my true love's heart. 

© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy