Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

soul kisses

07 April 2014

 

 

taut echoes reserved

for a patient listener,

abstract meaning waits,

grasses rattle, whirl,

teased by sunshine’s hurl,

fully flung, open arms kind of hug,

music many never pluck,

heart strings too clenched for

such tender laments,

a kaleidoscope

of flowers, fields, and

other unique soul kisses

we miss when we

close our eyes.

 

 

inspired by the word list at 1sojournal Day 7 prompt

 

 

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7 April, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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