Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


21 March 2014



boiled and bubbled

stewed and brewed

life’s a cauldron

for me and you

each recipe’s


unique to see

each different

no magic potions

although we wish

stirred emotions

broomed and whisked

not so tasty

or effective

still we cook

curse selective

no magic wands

no magic words

a witch’s brew

this life absurd.




21 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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