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.
the tenth muse 
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its amazing how far connotation can be stretched and interpreted in such amazing ways. beautiful poem.
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
Great piece of poetry.
I agree, there are so many ways of looking at a single colour, i guess mostly it depends on our experiences with those colours
..let love bloom. This takes me in a couple different directions…awesome write.
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
Thanks for dropping by Arts, always a pleasure.
woih, glad you enjoyed it.
Jingle, nice to see you again. I’ll try to make the next Potluck!
cheers all,
jsl
this is lovely and moving, a beautiful poem
with your chapped heart…nice…and i like the turn toward restoration…
thanks Juliet, brian– it’s good to have a happy ending every once in a while 😉
cheers,
–jsl