An indigo force
that wells up in the soul
unbridled
at times
repressed
Passion’s favorite playground
is to find another
with the same indigo hue
For one passion
alone
is like a tree
falling
in an empty forest
It makes no sound
© October 1994 Karen Farrell, all rights reserved
This poem was published in the Fall 1994 Bayou Review.
This is the first poem I wrote for Patrick (in response to “Her”). We used to write poems for each other almost every day.
