The Color Purple
I think, in my whole life
I have never missed the full moon
nor failed to hold my breath
at a glimpse of deep purple.
I savor kisses
of waves lapping at my ankles
the grit of sand between my toes
reminding me of the warmth
of your touch.
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
Yesterday, I stumbled upon a wonderful photography prompt, Color Your World, hosted by Jennifer Nichole Wells. (Thank you to fellow dVerse participant, Majka for introducing me to that site). My goal is to use Jennifer’s prompts to spur me to daily poetry in preparation for NaPoWriMo.
As today is also Open Link Night at dVerse, I am also linking this there, hoping that you will also join us at the Poets’ Pub. If I am late in reading and commenting, that is because tomorrow I will be having cataract surgery.
The first couplet of this poem is taken from Mary Oliver’s poem “When,” published in her most recent collection, “Felicity.”