Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


03 April 2014



secret lore, passed from those before,

the old wive’s tales whose truths pierce the Veil.


Gather pieces, parts, ingredients of the heart,

true power lies within, openly, not hidden.


It’s the irresistible, not the magic,

the obvious, not the tragic.


It works because deep down inside,

we want to believe, while skeptical on the outside.


Admitting nothing, behind secret smiles,

her spell’s been cast, we’re familiar for a while.


And, of course, pure magic does no harm,

but we can’t admit that, so we protest: I’ve been charmed!




3 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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