Tensed for a blow that may never fall
my back to the night and waiting
eyes closed like there’s some way of sensing it
the strike of a matchstick fist and sudden fire
as the world becomes like how I thought it was
spreading with the bruises
purple like the skies over Morocco in my dreams
the ones that make sense until I wake up
and remember that I’ve never been there
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6 responses to “Purple”
Very nice piece. I love the ending especially. Dreams are such an amazing thing to write about. Lovely. 🤗❤️🦋
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Thank you Joni! (: dreams are indeed endless sources of exploration
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Love the rhythm of those first two lines!
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Thanks very much! (:
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Bruises and purple, took me in a whole new direction. I like it.
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Thank you! Cheers (:
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