Black holes and Spider webs

Black holes and Spider webs weave their way through my mind.

Sticky, whirling interludes of light and dark;

My spiraling tunnel how I have missed you….

How long I have kept you at bay, but you crept back inside me

Waiting to trap me again in your silken bonds.

How will I ever escape you?

Haunted Mourning

I am one of those "special" people who likes to wander around in old graveyards, searching for some link to the past, or to be deliciously scared by what being may be lingering. Sometimes it is the only quiet place I can find, except for my own thoughts which scramble restlessly around in my head some days. Included in this post is a photograph I took at Oak Grove Cemetery in my town of Gardiner.  The photograph and poem are both titled Haunted Mourning.

Haunted Mourning

Morning creeps in behind the trees and there she stands.

Alone...still...among those she loved, that have gone on before her.

Head bowed, fingers tightly clutching a wreath of laurels.

Emptiness washes over her in waves of gloomy gray.

Nothing disrupts her stony gaze,

Not even the band of chortling squirrels

playing about her feet.

Is there poetry in sadness,

Wishing to be stricken with tears

When no tears will come?

Only her crushing lonliness is stronger.

Cielo Añil

Indigo is the color of the nighttime sky.  It is the color of spiritual realization, personal thoughts and profound insights.  Shades of Indigo has been created as a space for me to share my writing as I continue along this journey. Inspiration strikes in many different ways and at many different times but mostly under the cloak of a deep indigo sky.