You were wearing purple
I recall that it had complimented your eyes
the way your broad shoulders
relaxed when you saw my face peek through
the widening doorway
like 30 years hadn't passed between us
the same charming smile
the same self-assured determination
you still gave tight hugs
~~~
It felt like magic then
our conversations flowed freely
the familiarity of someone who had
known me when my heart was still
whole and my soul untethered
I relished in your attentive support
the colors around me sharpening
your purple now with depth and highlights
iridescent, like a dragon's wing
~~~
I don't know when I first began
to notice the contradictions
small flakes of dried paint appeared
on the floor
I would sweep them away and note
the oddity
their presence appeared only after
catching glimpses of unlike colors on you
sometimes red
often black
gone in the next blink
but you were wearing purple
I must have been mistaken
~~~
It was only later
that I saw it-
speckles of purple paint on my fingertips
It had been a while since I looked
at myself and not at you
a long while since unhindered sleep came easily
and longer still since mindfulness was a daily exercise
There it was-
the empty spray paint can in my other hand
"Purple Haze"
by the time my gaze returned to yours
there was no trace of purple left in you
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Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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Comments (4)
love how you twisted purple into this poem, it's so creative and different that it really keeps you hooked until the very end. Great Poem!
Love the symbolism, such an amazing writer.
You are an amazing writer, I loved this, the play with colours, the purple, the complexity and tone. Truly in awe of your poetry.
I loooveee the symbolism in this and the journey from infatuation to realisation and awareness. 'small flakes of dried paint appeared on the floor I would sweep them away and note the oddity' That's sooo well written!