Passion

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.

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