Purple's Platitudes

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moment

08 September 2013

moment

 

some people have this inner light

like fireflies on moonless nights

a light that shines for all to see

at our moment of greatest need.

 

some people seem to send out light

lighthouses on a foggy night

guiding us past rocks to safety

at our moment of greatest need

 

some people have this warmth and glow

a smile, a touch, as if they know

when we are wounded, when we bleed

at our moment of greatest need

 

we all could use a little love

when life gets hard, when times get tough

be glad they’re there at times, indeed

at our moment of greatest need.

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stare

08 September 2013

stare

 

I stare

at Nothing. It

stares back,

 

a contest

which no one

ever

wins.

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question of the day

08 September 2013

question of the day

 

why, in my anger

do I lash out so blindly

at the innocent,

harming with words and actions

those I care the most about?

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apostate

08 September 2013

apostate

 

I’m often asked if I would ever try,

to resurrect the faith I have denied

It does no good to argue or explain,

no one listens, their answers are the same.

and my salvation seems to be their task,

I’m often asked.

 

I’ve learned that silence seems to suit me best,

for unlike some, I hold no disrespect

I’ll not refute what you hold to be true

remember that I once believed it too.

I care not to pretend to wear a mask,

I’m often asked.

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curtains

08 September 2013

curtains

 

curtains

keep the inside

in, as much as the out-

side out, but I control the strings

at least.

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sympathetic

08 September 2013

sympathetic

 

heard above all else,

wind mourns its own solitude

I listen and cry.

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remarkable

08 September 2013

remarkable

 

evaporating metaphors, we pay

for a hurried glimpse of

colloquial stains on white-washed faces

aiming for the bull’s eye at the center

of a glass bell jar.

 

love is one-dimensional, never two, or more

concretely, discreetly, a pale intrigue

meant to befuddle and amuse — like magic,

only no one ever shuffles the cards enough.

 

Perpendicular, an avenue connects two streets

but the grammar cannot be used to prove

the milky answer, spilled like moonlight on

a non-reflective mirror. The change is remarkable.

 

(for the Sunday Whirl)

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