Purple
the colour living on soft relaxing spaces
being still in one spot
by tender trees
by barks that say nothing
always silent in their stable strong ways
and leaves that may lightly laugh in the soft breeze
or cry in the loud rain
living in gardens by other flowers
in friendly forests
On relaxing spaces
by barks of brown
a grounded space and feeling that sometimes cries for more colour and brightness
the bark of tree wanders
why it’s the same colour as the soil
and why the brightness appears more in spring and autumn
only on her leaves
wandering what it would be like to be something else
or a different shade of colour for a while
what it may be like ti be the colour purple
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Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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Ah to be something we are not and even more something we do not know. A wonderful metaphor for what would it be like to be someone else and to walk in their shoes, to experience their joys, their pain and sorrow to see the world through another set of eyes. Lovely
Thankyou for your lovely comment š
I liked writing this one
Iām glad you liked my poem
Thanks for the kind words
How we wonder what it's like to view and experience the world through someone else's eyes, would it be better or would be worse, I enjoyed reading this lovely write
Thankyou very much ))
I think sometimes we can wish to feel a bit different , wish to feel brighter , etc .. wish for something a bit different sometimes .
Glad you enjoyed my poem
Appreciate the kind words
You are very welcome
Wonderfully thought-provoking with beautiful imagery. Oh...and the color purple is perfection in my book. Well done, friend! š¹š
Thanks for the kind comment on my poem ))
You are welcome, Caring Dove!
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