purple

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

purple
is not only the color
flashing in front
of death and draped
over mourning; it’s the tone
of bruised cheeks against
angry layered blushes; it’s
a favorite of my grandmother’s
though she may not
remember
my name when i bring
it to her in puzzle
pieces and
teddy bears

but
it’s also
the color of the orchid
you brought me
with your chapped
heart over
a year ago,
now
in bloom
for the first time
as if to say
let bygones utterly
be
gone and
love
joyfully
flower.

10 thoughts on “purple

  1. Pingback: purple (via the tenth muse) | The Creative Thought

    • thank you, belladonna! (i’m jealous of your name, by the way;)) this piece might actually be more literal than you’d suspect–not that there isn’t anything of connotation in it, of course!
      regards,
      jsl

  2. how are you?

    glad to see you write a lovely poem again,

    Welcome Join Jingle Poetry Potluck week 21,
    Feel free to share 1 to 3 old poems or random poems, cheers.

    Love your talent demonstrated here,
    Hope to see you share.
    xxx

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