Purple's Platitudes

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hindsight

14 July 2013

hindsight

 

I would

have read more books,

watched less television,

if I’d known then, what I know now

somehow.

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Sonnet 48

14 July 2013

 

 

Sonnet 48

 

 

To you, a wistful, wishful thought,

to me, the more accursed blue,

as you struggle against the drought,

this cruel infinity I rue,

You gasp and plead for just a pause,

a moment just to call your own,

while I see not effect nor cause,

just emptiness whose meaning’s flown.

Your busyness you see as curse,

and envy what you think you need,

but trust me, idleness is worse,

nothing’s so much harder to feed.

Lament your lack, but be aware

the grass ain’t greener over there.

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CCCs

14 July 2013

C. C. C’s

 

I have this craving

for misbehaving,

a dozen or so

no one has to know

they’ve got to be fresh

hot, gooey’s the best

and cold milk of course

I’m practically hoarse

I must keep quiet

it’d start a riot

if I said their name

we’ll all go insane

howling like Wookies

(you know the rest)

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Etheree

14 July 2013

Etheree

 

I’m

wishing

it would rain,

a thunderstorm,

with lots of lightning,

and earth-shaking thunder,

a hard, torrential downpour,

that creates muddy new rivers

and puddles, deep enough to swim in.

Of course. air conditioning would work too.

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Hot Cool Drift

14 July 2013

Hot Cool Drift

 

Sweltering

in

my apartment

 

listening

to

some cool smooth jazz

 

as my thoughts

drift

lazily on

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dodecahedron

14 July 2013

dodecahedron

 

(based on Wordle 117 from The Sunday Whirl)

 

I leave but shadows

with thoughts of enlightenment

whispering like trees

 

brief seasons of friends,

almost imperceptibly

transition and change

 

It’s done with mirrors,

we are all fooled together

believing as one

 

I say I am sick

but it is just an excuse

for who I am not

 

reaching like the rest,

for what is always beyond

I grasp nothing still

 

I have no conscience

i merely observe and watch

so I tell myself

 

I translate feelings

to improbabilities

subtract and divide

 

we hide only what

we most detect in ourselves

we fear being true

 

Am I your white mouse

running a maze in a lab

notes on a clipboard

 

Correct each mistake

my perfection is tainted

and I’ll always know

 

I don’t measure up

always coming in second

even with myself

 

harmony needs just

one note out of eighty-eight

to sound with my own

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