Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

still hungry

09 March 2014



paradise, or what I think

I miss, among

the motley,

a banquet served

of endless rows

of empty

platters …


I bake,


one trip,

into a sunny hollow,

filled with

velvety leaves …


cotton trees

shade my tears –

let down by



I catch a glimpse


one more bite,

an empty,

jelly-filled donut.



(written for The Sunday Whirl 151)



9 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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