Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


20 March 2014



I can remember

as a boy, standing by the window,

peering out onto the back porch.

Safe inside, I’d hide


and flick the outdoor light on,

marveling at the power

of attraction.

Then, off again,


the light would dim,

yet I still could hear

the fluttering disappointment.

Off and on, and on and off,


years, once bright,

have dimmed,

and now,

I am the moth.




20 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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