PURPLE LATCHES: Glass of Colors

Friday, November 2, 2012

Glass of Colors

I reside amid the valley of stone washed dreams... They speak to me in shadowed syllables about our flight, which may never come to be... Can this ladder of realism be climbed as you indicate? Stepping from my box, the light smothers my mind as yesterdays’ moments trace my broken steps into a mirage of broken stones; a tangled bridge will not allow me to cross where your promises are swirling; where your sweet love beckons me... The clouds sweep ore me in shimmering smiles as your lips whisper down the golden sun; your hands become soft petals that caress me as your words melt me; Sunday morning, coming down... Walk me carefully into your thornless rose world as you section me into a glass of colors; remove this fluid pain... Promise me the moon from your distant mindset... until my purple window mirrors you, in fullness

8 comments:

budd said...: So wonderfully worded with sincere meanings throughout this well written piece. I hope the rose of tenderness touches you to peaceful places until you have your glass of colors and the purple mirror shows the image clearly.I am sure you will climb this ladder of realism to the place that beckons and find your life in the light.; November 3, 2012 at 6:02 PM
Sandy said...: Thank you Budd. Life is like a mirror sometimes. Our inside wishes are oft time tangled up in yesterday...; November 3, 2012 at 6:36 PM
anilkurup59 said...: I admire the careful choice of words to form the idea you wanted to convey.
You said it," Our inside wishes are oft time tangled up in yesterday'.; November 3, 2012 at 10:18 PM
Sandy said...: Thank you kindly, anilkurup. You know that those words are really how it is too..If one stops to think about it...; November 4, 2012 at 7:43 AM
Robert's Blog Page said...: Poetically and interestingly put. Your gift for lyrical and poetic expression is very much in evidence here Sandy.; November 13, 2012 at 11:52 AM
Sandy said...: Thank you Robert. You know that I find solace in coming here to write what I please. Not bound to rhyming, mental postiion, or any other human boundries. Thank you Robert and it is good to see you here...Sandy; November 13, 2012 at 6:39 PM
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Each drop of ink brings an unraveling page. I am wrapped in thoughts of sepia. I am drawn from tiny eternities lying in wait. They peer at me from every corner of my fingertips. I watch as you walk through the threshold toward me. You slowly unlatch me like a locked door. I back away from the edges of my ink stains. I can not find my way out of this layer of paper. Outside, the wind is howling but not a leaf will fall because I did not deem it so. I did not write it nor did I willingly sketch it in place. My hands are mortal and seek revenge. I will dress them with nothing more than a ring of thought. I’ll watch you from chasm’s ledge as you erase me from the bottom……………

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What then, shall I say? No longer can I button my mentations inside a circle of yellow? Inquire not of this circle for it lies within my domain....one that mimics the sun wearing the face of many ideas. You, on the other hand, sit upon your window sill, of nonchalance, while I stand at a fork of questions... a pathway of many wishes, thoughts, regrets and portentous ramblings. Shall I drown inside my own madness without the hand of regeneration? Grant these wishes so that my thoughts may become tomorrow's reality... Let not this dry place consume me I implore thee... I, like a woman barren, speak of fulfillment.

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If Only

Friday, November 2, 2012

Glass of Colors

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