Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

return

22 February 2014

 

 

Wooden pier,

leads out into the sea,

so far that I could almost forget,

where I came from, and even who I used to be.

But, like all journeys, one must return,

to some place,  some time, and

remember.

 

 

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unspoken

22 February 2014

 

 

Love me,

words unspoken,

except through the soul’s eyes,

without touch, and yet touching all

within.

 

 

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like clouds

22 February 2014

 

 

Your body, like clouds,

endlessly changing beauty,

waiting to be discovered.

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windsong’s whisper

22 February 2014

 

 

All

listen to

the windsong’s whisper.

Fewer, still understand its

voice.

 

 

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chastise

22 February 2014

 

 

Birds

cheerfully

chastise the grumpy

who wake with anything but

joy.

 

 

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katauta

22 February 2014

 

 

Your hair, a brush, love

Expressed in one hundred strokes,

In tenderness, in silence.

 

 

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reunion

22 February 2014

 

 

These trees

still welcome me,

like brothers, or old friends,

reliving how it used to be

back when.

 

 

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under advisement

22 February 2014

 

 

The Sunday Whirl

(eggs, trust, test, not, high, course, peep,
mug, trial, form, bring, blown, stick)

 

 

test dark water, barefoot,

trust not women, dice, nor cards,

trial-sized dreams are convenient,

bring eggs to toss at bards.

 

ration words, like can’t, no, not,

fill mugs until they overflow,

form opinions more slowly than you speak,

don’t always chase where winds have blown.

 

stick to telling only what you know,

if it looks cute and peeps, it still can bite,

and of course, the wisest person by far,

knows how highly to think on advice.

 

 

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last words

22 February 2014

 

(for mom)

 

 

I don’t remember

what we talked about,

alone in her room,

her and I.

 

I just remember

the last words we said,

were “I love you” and

“Goodbye”.

 

 

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