Purple's Platitudes

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Sonnet XVII

24 March 2013

Sonnet XVII

 

Responding to her call as she insists,

undulating like water-colored rain,

deliciously kaleidoscopic mist

encircles in safety, a hidden glade.

Promiscuous voices still taunt and tease,

entreating me to join their spiral dance.

Offered pleasures, inhibition’s release,

perfect love, perfect trust, I am entranced.

Lulled to listen to songs I can’t resist,

evening’s end, I concede, comes all too soon.

Surrendering once to Temptation’s kiss,

until next time, underneath a full moon.

Close the circle, as we share cakes and wine,

keep me in your heart, as you are in mine.

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Five minus One

24 March 2013

Five minus One

 

It’s like a horror flick,

Not Life or Death, but

CHOOSE!

 

You have five, choose!

Only one?

Yes, which one?

 

A fun, childhood game

of hypothetical choices …

only, sometimes, we do not get to choose,

 

no second chances,

no do-overs,

and no sequels!

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Fairytale

24 March 2013

Fairytale

 

I’m sure I’m not the only one

who’s ever thought of getting on a bus

and never looking back again.

 

Silly dreams of starting over,

some place new, where no one knows who I am,

where no one knows my past mistakes.

 

Where I can truly be myself,

where my demons can no longer find me,

maybe all things are possible?

 

But, everyone knows the truth, right?

We may not wish to admit it sometimes,

but life isn’t no fairytale.

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Tanka On the Death of Winter

24 March 2013

Tanka On the Death of Winter

 

Nothing but remnants,

reminders of its passing,

I will barely grieve.

No long eulogies or tears,

but please, do send me flowers!

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Overdue

24 March 2013

Overdue

 

Tears, words unspoken,

this reconciliation

is long overdue.

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It breaks my heart

24 March 2013

It breaks my heart

 

It breaks my heart when someone is in pain,

especially when I can’t break their chains.

Empathy is a wonderful gift, but …

if I only sympathize, you know what,

their pain and suffering tears me apart.

It breaks my heart.

 

Powerless caring seems like such a waste,

I want to give them hope, even a taste,

to say change is possible for them too.

Empowerment comes from within, it’s true,

but until they choose to make a new start,

it breaks my heart.

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