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In these dreams, I write in colors I’ve always known
for in my very breath flows shades of indigo
that at times catch, leaving me breathless
searching, always searching for more.
Born in fall’s waiting air, trees dressed in leaves
of scarlet and gamboge I entered the world
with barely a cry, such a solemn child
searching, searching for an eternal home.
And in her sweet eyes I peered,
seeing my own odd reflection
naught but a new helpless babe
with a shock of burnished red-golden
fine hair, nary a thought or care
of how I came to be there,
drowning in her indigo eyes
searching for home nevermore.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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The thought of seeing yourself in those eyes … what a magic dream.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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That first stanza is the one I found most powerful. It’s breathtaking! I like the way you circle back to indigo from a stanza with a sense of yearning to one with a sense of completion.
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Thank you Sarah. I appreciate the feedback.
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The last verse impressed with the searching eyes of the babe reflected in other/mother
This was charming
“ entered the world
with barely a cry, such a solemn child
searching, searching for an eternal home”
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Thank you Laura.
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Linda, I truly loved all that you put into this one. You literally paint a picture where the reader (me) feels as if they are floating in a dream. Beautiful!!!
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Thank you for your kind words Beckie.
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The pleasure is all mine. Thank you!
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😊
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I like the magical, almost mythical feel of this piece. There is comfort in knowing that you are truly where you are meant to be.
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Thank you Rommy.
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A lovely write that takes us all into your dream. Well done.
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Thank you so much.
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(Thank you for gamboge-new to me)
I love the second stanza and this “nary a thought or care
of how I came to be there,
drowning in her indigo eyes
searching for home nevermore.” Beautiful
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Thank you!
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You channeled Bronte beautifully, this is luscious.
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Thank you Helen.
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I love the word gamboge. It was the word for the day a few months ago. I like how you took us into your dream, how you led us into indigo.
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Thank you Toni.
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I love what you have done with this… your advent into the world! Looking for an eternal home!! Such a great line.
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Thank you Dwight.
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Wuthering Heights is one of my favourite novels and this quote is particularly relevant and true. I love how it took you to writing in dreams and colours, Linda, and the lines:
‘…in my very breath flows shades of indigo
that at times catch, leaving me breathless’.
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Thank you kindly Kim.
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That is a fantastic quote. I read the book ages ago, but had not remembered that!
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It’s a quote that has lived in my head forever!
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What an absolutely beautiful quote, Linda. Catherine remains one of my all-time favourite heroines.
Such fine descriptive writing, I held my breath as I read your words.
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Thank you Kerry. I cherish your words.
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I like your description of the solemn child searching for an eternal home.
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Thank you Frank.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks!
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Such magic, that moment when the search brings us home.
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Yes. Thank you Magaly.
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