Purple


Where did you learn

Your need to pull 

Away?

Burying truth behind

A visage of clay

And where did you start

Believing distance was safe?

Or ice over warm, each time you’d take?

I wished I met you

Before

You learned in reverse

Drove with eyes closed

Radio tuned to conflict and silence

If I had the power

I’d rewind you

Like a China doll

Breakable and yet

How hard your ceramic stare

You penetrate any pretense

Even as you hold your own secrets

Tighter than a rubber band

Turning pinky swear

Purple

13 thoughts on “Purple

  1. Sometimes, some of us find comfort in what we think to be safe…Protection, so to speak. The opening lines are amazing…

    “Where did you learn

    Your need to pull

    Away?

    Burying truth behind

    A visage of clay

    And where did you start

    Believing distance was safe?

    Or ice over warm, each time youโ€™d take?”

  2. I felt like these words were being asked of me, and it made me think of this: I never quite understood how, after being stung by a bee, some people decide that the response must be to keep walking amongst the bees, in hopes of finding the ones who will not sting. But some of us learned very quickly that the response must be to never again play in the garden.

  3. Pinky swear turned to purple, hmmmmm! Not good! Not good at all!!! Such a shame since purple is such a lovely color. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ โค xoxoxoxoxo

  4. These last two poems are so very powerful, Candice. Your imagery always hits me at a visceral level – words to be felt rather than to be explained. Amazing writing, as always! ๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’•

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