Purple

Love, written in purple ink.

Making sense was too easy because

we loved a challenge,

and complication was exactly that.

Because we loved drama. Tragedy. 

Each other.

Because by the blue lights of winter

your arms looked like home

and the tragedy fell away beneath 

the wind.

Everything was complicated

just how we liked it

and I made silent vows to explain

to myself on paper in your purple ink.

Turns out I couldn't find the words

because you are my words

and you make no sense; only more questions and dreams.

Instead, I'll make do with poetic nonsense,

still written in purple because

it reminds me of you.

Reviews

[steph]

I really liked this poem. Its simplicity and its message was clear cut, consise, and straight foward. It also has great symbolism... I enjoyed the romantic conotation too esspecially the following lines: "Turns out I couldn't find the words
because you are my words
and you make no sense; only more questions and dreams."
Thank you very much for sharing this special poem. I have also added you to my friends list...

[Jim Parson]

"Turns out I couldn't find the words because you are my words and you make no sense"...pure brilliance! Every line is perfectly sculpted but those are outstanding. An amazing write!

[Kelley]

I think it's more than simple as a matter of fact I think its quite complicated.
It could be loss but I think it goes much deeper the eye lets on...

Anyway thanks for sharing I loved it.

Kelley

[Moflo]

I like this one. I really like the fourth stanza, "Turns out I couldn't find the words/because you are my words/and you make no sense..." i feel like I've been there before. Very nice write. Might I add, if purple is supposed to be an awkward offset of red, which is how I read it, I think that is brilliant!