Poem #03 for 2024 is due today addressing the prompt "Purple." Here is my entry - a sonnet about those dreary, dark, and cloudy Purple Days.
On purple days the dawn breaks indigo.
No burning orange glows in the Eastern sky.
No vibrant red or gold engage the eye;
Just mystery clothed in violet manteau.
On purple days, the air is heather-hued,
Providing mood for heart and mind to roam,
‘Til calm and wisdom find in us a home,
And souls can rest in royal solitude.
The frantic pace brought on by bright displays
Recedes on pure transforming purple days.
1 comment:
I love your imagery. I learned a new word, too. I don’t recall that I’ve ever even seen the word “manteau” before.
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