Thursday, June 12, 2014

Purple Lines

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.
 

14 comments:

  1. There are days ... when all I want to do is read poems like this.

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  2. Such lovely wishes. I love Helen's response:-)

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  3. I was excited when I saw your name on the list...lovely lovely write!

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  4. A purple line of poetry would do for me. LOL

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  5. A poem to take the weight from our shoulders. Lovely, Jo.

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  6. A lavender song and purple line of poetry... delightful!

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  7. Better than purple prose! Nice.

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  8. I 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

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  9. Love it! I just want to add my own stanza on to the end of this piece and send it onward to others!

    There are days when all I want to be is a soft sweet afternoon's reverie...

    What a wonderful post, Jo!

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  10. I like them metrical and rhymed. Lovely.

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  11. I think I'd be pretty happy being a purple line - and smell of violets while I'm at it! Fun poem, my favourite kind!

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  12. I would like to be "a dancing wind above a tree"!

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