Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

sick

29 March 2014

 

 

My insides are coming out,

I’ve lost fourteen pounds, three days,

doctor says drink fluids, I

might have caught a bug!

 

should I be incredulous,

or grateful for his wisdom?

no tests, no meds, nothing’s wrong

let it run its course.

 

thanks for diagnostic aid,

a $20 co-pay?

excuse my grumpiness, but,

after all, I’m sick.

 

 

 

 

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ps

29 March 2014

 

 

it’s fragile,

a small distinction,

between want

and intent.

Precariously balanced,

I wait for the fall.

 

 

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if you could only see

29 March 2014

 

 

It wasn’t something I would have noticed.

Fortunately, I had someone like you.

You noticed the least noticeable part

of everything – one of your many charms.

Until I caught on, I never learned to

care about each little thing you tried to

open me up to seeing, to truly

understanding. It was as if you could

listen to something no one else could hear.

Drawn by a soul that saw something in the

ordinary, when no one else saw anything at all,

never ceased to amaze me, inspire me.

Learning to see with my soul, the one gift

you bestowed so freely before you left …

 

sometimes it’s the least

extraordinary that

eludes us the most.

 

 

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Yes, zombies

29 March 2014

 

 

air bubbles crystalize,

descending embellishments …

flags grappling,

hazardously in June, kite-like …

maybe no one

particularly questions rehearsing …

superstitious topics,

unknowns,

vexation’s wonder …

xenophobic?

Yes, zombies!

 

 

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among a few

29 March 2014

 

 

at night the world speaks

quietly, passionately —

few even listen.

 

 

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