Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

maybe a poet

06 April 2014

 

 

I can’t find my niche, not sure where I fit,

somewhere between philosopher and snitch.

Not quite a prophet, devil, or saint,

not quite a sculptor, nor artist who paints.

Not quite a preacher, nor bold raconteur,

somewhere between the profane and the pure.

Not quite a madman, nor mystic, nor monk,

not quite an addict, or street thief, or drunk.

Maybe a little of all, and of none,

maybe a poet when all’s said and done.

 

 

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6 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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