The Purple Fat Feelings
I can never read all the books I want
Never love all the people I’d prefer
Hoping to live and feel
All the cursive of the human palette
I was left feeling horribly limited
I learned not to expect
Nothing from anybody
As the surest means of being surprised
I wanted to be startled by life
And found everything in life was scripted
The outgoing guts and
The ability to improvise
With a touch of self-doubt
I took deep breaths and bragged
Inside my own heart
For taking-in kisses left me feeling
Self-important and in love with everything
That was the Spring’s ingredient
The stars still go waltzing in blue and red
And if all the world dropped dead
I fancy love would still exist
On stars, for sale, for youthful fancy
Perhaps if we ever find ourselves
At peace, it will be because
We are dangerously close to wanting nothing
For now in my own prayer-silence
I’ll dream of books, love and fat purple feelings.
I just love these lines.
Thank you Anu, your blog is pretty neat as well!
Oh, my goodness! This is the best!
I cannot what it is I feel when I read this, but for sure it is just that, there is something cute about this poem – and so lovely.
“I’ll dream of books, love and fat purple feelings” … Where the hell did you get that from? 🙂
Purple is such an evocative color, neither here or there for me. But better than the stale black everyone wears 😛
LOL hahaha … You are so funny! But I like the idea you use to make a poetry out of it. 🙂
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This poem caught my eyes! And it is so lovely cute. Fat purple feelings! For sure!
Check this wonderful poet – he is such a brilliant poet who uses words that plays the mind easily.