The Mag (The Promenade, 1918, by Marc Chagall )
PURPLE LINES
There are days when
all I want to be
is the sky surrounded by the sea.
There are days when
all I want to be
is a dancing wind above a tree.
There are days when
all I want to be
is a lavender song floating free.
There are days when
all I want to be
is a purple line of poetry.
There are days ... when all I want to do is read poems like this.
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely wishes. I love Helen's response:-)
ReplyDeleteI was excited when I saw your name on the list...lovely lovely write!
ReplyDeleteA purple line of poetry would do for me. LOL
ReplyDeleteA poem to take the weight from our shoulders. Lovely, Jo.
ReplyDeleteA lavender song and purple line of poetry... delightful!
ReplyDeleteBetter than purple prose! Nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is real to me.
ReplyDeleteI love how subject gradually merges with object , along the razors edge, so i no longer inow nor care who or what i thought i was or am.....cheers mate
ReplyDeleteLove it! I just want to add my own stanza on to the end of this piece and send it onward to others!
ReplyDeleteThere are days when all I want to be is a soft sweet afternoon's reverie...
What a wonderful post, Jo!
I like them metrical and rhymed. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI think I'd be pretty happy being a purple line - and smell of violets while I'm at it! Fun poem, my favourite kind!
ReplyDeleteI would like to be "a dancing wind above a tree"!
ReplyDeleteLilting and dreamy
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