Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

hymn to toys and second chances

07 March 2014



new toys, new toys, new toys!

so much to learn, but oh the joy!


One more chance, one of few,

to do those things I love to do.


Writing, music, and more,

technology just might restore.


The smallest change inside,

life resurrected, and revived.



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22 February 2014



Rubber-coated backless bench,

a street light UFO,

still cold enough to see my breath,

I’ve nowhere else to go.


I perch and listen to the night,

her secrets she won’t tell,

we respect each other’s right,

to silence just as well.


I don’t need distraction, noise,

I’d rather just sit still,

such rarity, this simpler joy,

an oft-forgotten skill.


Comfortable with my own thoughts,

a gift I don’t deny,

most of the battles I have fought,

were won or lost inside.


But pauses and the space and time,

to look into one’s soul,

get lost in busyness sometimes,

we lose sight of the whole.


River ice loudly bumps and grinds,

like me, it grows impatient.

Must I keep moving all the time?

It’s such a costly payment.


Everything in moderation,

such simple, wise advice,

both action and contemplation,

define what I call Life.



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Come walk with me

03 February 2014



Come walk with me, among the trees,

where wild flowers grow,

sweet summer breeze, caresses me,

its secrets we shall know.


Come walk with me, and we will see,

the beauty others miss,

our hearts will speak,

and birds repeat,

our passion and our bliss.


Come walk with me, to forest stream,

be moved by what you hear,

the music of, eternal love,

that washes away fear.


Come walk with me, for just a while,

in nature, heart to heart,

the journey shared, a laugh, a smile,

together, not apart.


Come walk with me, that’s all I need,

is not to be alone,

we’ll find our way, anew each day,

and conquer each unknown.



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Plan B

12 March 2013

Plan B


Steady, drenching rain this morning.

(of course, it’s my day off)

Apathy appears, no warning,

but who I am to scoff?


All the plans I had for today,

are ruined now, you see.

Perhaps that is the price I pay

not having a Plan B?

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