Poetry Thursday–The Colors of Pantoums: Purple

Hello, I’ve returned.

Purple is such a great color–so versatile, you know?  I had to stop myself from writing more than just these, because I had thought of far too many interpretations.

So … I don’t really have much else to say about these.  Please enjoy the following.

 

Purple: Movement One

You seem to lose yourself in the purple of your own shadow.
How long will you continue to act only on pride?
It consumes you, blow by blow,
Regressing you into snide smirks and cyanide.

How long will you continue to act only on pride?
The drive of ambition fades in the afterglow,
Regressing you into snide smirks and cyanide.
The purple winter of your nature freezes your heart in unnatural snow.

The drive of ambition fades in the after glow,
But the power of your pride can no longer hide.
The purple winter of your nature freezes your heart in unnatural snow.
Your dignity is your suicide.

But the power of your pride can no longer hide.
You seem to lose yourself in the purple of your own shadow.
Your dignity is your suicide—
It consumes you blow by blow.
Purple: Movement Two

Paint drips from my fingertips.
I’d call it blood if it wasn’t purple.
Creating has become more of an eclipse
Than words of a mental hurdle.

I’d call it blood if it wasn’t purple.
More ideas on parted lips
Than words of a mental hurdle.
Art cannot follow conventional scripts.

More idea on parted lips
Work to fill a purpose.
Art cannot follow conventional scripts,
That much is certain.

Work to fill a purpose.
Creativity has become more of an eclipse,
That much is certain.
Paint drips from my fingertips.
Purple: Movement Three

Eyes open wide as they marvel
At the magic and mystery trapped in the air.
This is more than a carnival.
A little bit of flare at the vanity fair.

At the magic and mystery trapped in the air,
Heads snap up, eyes sparkle.
A little bit of flare at the vanity fair—
Joy, a language that’s universal.

Heads snap up, eyes sparkle,
People grin with mystery at the local fanfare.
Joy, a language that’s universal,
In a place with magic everywhere.

People grin with mystery at the local fanfare.
For once, everything is colorful.
In a place with magic everywhere,
Nothing is less than artful.

For once, everything is colorful.
Transfixion like this rare.
Nothing is less than artful,
In a place echoing with mystery and flare.

Transfixion like this rare.
Eyes open wide as they marvel
In a place echoing with mystery and flare.
This is more than a carnival.
Purple: Movement Four

The calm tranquility of peace—
It couldn’t be more present
Under this purple blanket of fleece.
How could anyone be discontent?

It couldn’t be more present
As worries fade and decrease.
How could anyone be discontent
In a place where everything is in one piece?

As worries fade and decrease,
This peace has become omnipresent
In a place where everything is in one piece.
There’s nothing bad to prevent.

This peace has become omnipresent
Under this purple blanket of fleece.
There’s nothing bad to prevent
The calm tranquility of peace.

 

I hope you enjoyed reading!  Thank you so much for your attention! ❤

Please return for more decent reading material!

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