byChrisWhite – 2025
This was created from a flash poetry challenge to write a quadrille, a 44 word poem, using the word Indigo. Quite a complex thing to do. I juxtaposed the word Indigo for the word Dementia, having just lost my mother to dementia six months prior. It’s dark, but not as dark as dementia. I hope you can just read about it here, rather than experience it.
Indigo hums where silence dwells,
thick as ink in water’s swell.
Not blue, not violet, darker still,
pressed in coal; heavy, whole, and midnight spill.
It lingers deep in hollow bone,
a river stained in whispered moan.
The color of breath before it’s flown.
Ramblings & Revelations 
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Loaded with visual imagery. I really like this.
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Thank you Violet
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The deep, dark, mysterious force…
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Thank you.
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Chris, this reads like an incantation.
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Maybe we can raise the dead? The right prompt just might do it.
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Stunning imagery…. “a river stained in whispered moan”. I like how you took “indigo” to darker places.
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Thank you for noticing special about it. I really appreciate your voice. Fact is, I struggled with it; the word count really forced me to dig deep.
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Poetry inked thus broods deep. Great use of the tools to show us its midnight spoor.
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Thank you Brendan.
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You really paint a picture of night in the best way possible.
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Thank you so much.
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Fabulous writing!
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Oh my! Thank you.
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You are very welcome, Chris.
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