Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

private conversation

26 April 2014



Even the most carefully chosen words,

fail to capture the beauty of your smile;

my heart swells until I fear it may burst.

I want to sing in morning’s choir of birds,

to forget myself and worship for a while,

but sometimes I forget that faith comes first.


I feel my spirit crying out to you,

a hopeless, vile man whose soul is cursed;

I’ve forgotten what it means to be your child.

I only know, no matter what I do,


I hunger and thirst.




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many happy returns

26 April 2014



we all connect somehow, in our own way,

even if we are content to be alone,

whether it is ‘real’ or a fantasy,

through what we do, or perhaps what we say.

I’ve always been a loner, but I’ve grown,

embracing others reciprocally.

Too many live in lonely isolation,

and reaching out is risky certainly,

but invest in others, call it a loan,

it’s a worthwhile experimentation.

Try it, you will see.



curtal sonnet written for NaPoWriMo



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