The Color Purple

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Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

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

and sunshine,
always sunshine

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.”

 

The Glory of Autumn–Season’s Favorite for Broken Sparkles

Autumn is back

The Glory of Autumn

Favorite Autumn Quote:

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot

Favorite Autumn Poem:

A Late Walk by Robert Frost

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words.

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth,
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.

Favorite Animal: Quail

Plump quail forage seed.
November winds howl, buffet
swirling mounds of leaves.

Favorite Movie: On Golden Pond

Living my autumn
fading in flamboyancy
float On Golden Pond.

Favorite Word: Orange
Favorite Song: “Autumn Leaves”

Autumn Leaves

Inching into Autumn’s end
orgasmic orange gives way
to drab

brown leaves that huddle
into niches of
the Maple.

From nowhere, it seems,
a brilliant Stellar Jay
intrudes.

Favorite Food: Acorn Squash

Pulpy acorn squash
maple syrup and butter
autumn’s comfort food.

Favorite Flower: Dahlia

Brilliant yellows, orange,
festival of fall colors
pure fantasy.

Favorite Town: Napa, California

Grape harvest begins
winemaker’s crush new vintage
heaven blesses earth.

Favorite Book: “East of Eden”
by John Steinbeck

Promise of harvest
in a land East of Eden
hope’s uncertainty.

Linked to Broken Sparkles challenge Season’s Favorites: http://brokensparkles.wordpress.com/