Purple

Anguish is a chime that sings in the wind of bliss.

Its song is purple and swirls in circles and wisps.

 

Purple anguish is in the air.

 

Thus it occurs that anguish deters all the glee

As swiftly as the wind sets the chime’s music free.

 

Yet the chimes and their velvety rhymes ring so deep,

Sing a melody so sweet--that Bliss itself weeps.

 

Purple anguish is in the air.

Purple circles spin

Until bliss is made a sin

Against despair.     

 

So it only made sense for the wind to repent

And whip the chimes till they trembled without relent.

 

Such that the purple circles that rang each note

Grew so much that they could no longer hang afloat.

 

So heavy and wide the rings grew that the very air

That got them there they withdrew--with none to spare.

 

Thus the violet rings wrung the violent cries dry,

Left hung last prayers echoing--weeping without reply. 

 

Purple anguish is in the air.

Purple circles dwell

On necks that fell

To swells of joyous despair.

Author's Note

Please give me an honest critique. Thank you!

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Kind of like "Purple Rain" Prince and the Revolution.
Purple pleasing ... thanks for the read!

[Cady St. Pierre]

Wow. That was beautiful. I love the word choice and variety. It makes it very interesting and beautiful.

[Garrett Leatherman]

I'm happy you enjoyed it :) Thanks for reading!