Purple Paths Poetry

  • Remembering Tomorrow

    Half way through Lent I begin to remember.In these days when the sky cannot decideWhether to stay in the midst of winterOr lean into the light of spring.In these days just beyond the equinox,When through clouds heavy with unshed tears,Sunbeams makes themselves known,It is here, half way through Lent,That I begin to remember.It is here…

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  • She Writes

    She writes to decompress. To sort; Thought, emotion, magic. To grasp at fleeting moments. To capture, The scent of jasmine On the wind, The twinkling of fireflies Over lush fields, The laughter of adult children As they reunite. She writes to remember. To celebrate. To capture Love Where it lives. She writes to become the…

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  • Friendships

    We are going to grow old together, My friends and I. We’ll plant tomatoes, Or drink wine, While tears stream down faces, And bellies ache, As we amuse ourselves so. Creating buckets lists, We explore possibilities – All with creature comforts, Within three hours of home. We talk about death, Not because we are close…

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