Purple's Platitudes

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extinguisher

09 August 2013

extinguisher

 

I wrote of love,

once

upon

a

 

time

extinguishes hope

in fairy tale endings.

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septolet

09 August 2013

septolet

 

seven lines

fourteen words

written in

two parts

 

a septolet

doesn’t sound

too difficult.

 

(thanks Dominic for the new form discovery Black And Write )

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urge

08 August 2013

urge

 

lightning smiles

as

darkness drizzles

 

into storm.

Drums

begin to pound.

 

Old rhythms,

so

strange, familiar.

 

I listen

as

it calls to me

 

but answer

not

the primal urge.

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marathon

08 August 2013

marathon

 

all dressed up and princess-like

she went to the dance with

someone else.

 

too shy to ask someone else,

too proud to go alone,

I stayed outside.

 

I ran my angry jealousy out

on the school track

and watched through open doors.

 

104 laps around an 1/8 mile track,

I found that inner motivation

to keep running.

 

Maybe someday I’ll stop.

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offended

08 August 2013

offended

 

Should I be offended, that up until now,

my neighbors disliked me and spoke just for show?

But now that I’m moving, they’re friendly, concerned

intent on discovering all they can learn.

it took seven years for ways to be mended,

should I be offended?

 

Of course it is true that it all works both ways,

but the change is so sudden, I’m simply amazed

offers to help, never once mentioned before,

I will be missed though no one’s knocked on my door.

so all along my acceptance depended,

should I be offended?

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inactive

08 August 2013

inactive

 

recumbent exercise bike,

extremely low mileage,

but it makes an excellent clothes rack.

 

small, rubber band type exerciise station,

hardly stretched out at all,

but it’s a great place to sit and tie your sneakers.

 

mountain bike, thousands of miles,

parts upgraded and replaced twice over,

sadly, permanently retired.

 

hiking boots, size 10, well broken in,

I won’t be hitting the trails again,

no one wants to walk in someone else’s shoes.

 

no more basketball, volleyball, tennis,

or much of anything else at all really,

I am just inactive.

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watching you watching me

08 August 2013

watching you watching me

 

I am being watched,

so I only let them see

what they want to see in my eyes.

I practice, but

I cannot fake a smile,

even though I have become

adept at hiding tears.

I write with ambiguity, hopefully,

giving hints and leaving clues

to be discovered,

red herrings too.

Still, I cannot escape the watchers,

so it’s become a game we play,

is it real, or just a part I play?

As long as it matters,

I guess I am okay.

I doubt anyone would ever see

the difference anyway.

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wake up call

08 August 2013

 

 

wake up call

 

 

since 3 A.M.

four year old neighbor’s

son screams,

world-piercing, shrill

father hollers STFU at son

mother retaliates at father

father exchanges words with mother

son screams …

father …

mother …

son …

still screaming.

 

You wouldn’t like what I am thinking.

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shawl

08 August 2013

shawl

 

silence is a shawl

I drape over my shoulders

against loneliness

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