Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

thaw

09 March 2014

 

 

warmed

by the sun,

brief, although it was,

winter’s heart thawed, and so did

mine.

 

 

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uncomplicated

01 March 2014

 

 

Yes,

it is that

simple, just hold me.

Sometimes, that’s all I really

need.

 

 

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windsong’s whisper

22 February 2014

 

 

All

listen to

the windsong’s whisper.

Fewer, still understand its

voice.

 

 

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chastise

22 February 2014

 

 

Birds

cheerfully

chastise the grumpy

who wake with anything but

joy.

 

 

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practicing darkness

23 August 2013

practicing darkness

 

I

need

to

understand

challenges

that I face.

As dawn approaches,

I go for a walk.

practicing darkness.

Learning where I am going

remembering where I’ve been

discovering what is new.

I

will

learn.

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putting off

18 August 2013

putting off

 

It is

easier to

procrastinate than not,

especially with a deadline

looming.

 

But,

why do I

put things off at all?

I’ve never found an answer

yet.

 

I don’t

procrastinate

about the things I like

to do, or want to do either.

So, why?

 

Why

put off those

undesirables?

They will always be waiting

still.

 

I know,

I struggle too,

changing habits is hard,

but I’ll start on it tomorrow

maybe.

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yet

31 July 2013

yet

 

I

write of love,

both hoped for and lost

just like any other soul,

yet …

 

words

are just words,

the cries of a heart

beautifully expressed and

yet …

 

why

torture your

soul with unfulfilled

yearnings, better to forget,

yet …

 

we

continue

to dream, to hope, that

even if it’s just our words,

yet …

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then what after what then

27 July 2013

then what after what then

 

what

happens when

no one listens to

our stories anymore, then

what?

 

Would

we just stop

telling them, even

to ourselves after that, what

then?

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to a dead mouse

24 July 2013

to a dead mouse

 

my

mouse expired.

I’m grieving its loss,

it’s not the batteries, I

checked.

 

I

feel helpless.

I wasn’t aware

how much I depended on

it.

 

But,

I ordered

a fancy new one

and tossed the old one in the

trash.

 

I

won’t miss it

in five or six days,

which says something about life,

right?

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