Purple patch.

Good afternoon readers.
This week on the blog it has been all things purple. We've had colour inspirations, critical analysis and funny examples of found purple prose. This all leaves me in a bit of a cul-de-sac for ideas and so, as I like to post a Sunday poem, I've found inspiration in the over-elaborate dreams my girlfriend has been sharing with me. I think this may also double as chemical writing advice.

Purple.

My girl is quitting fags again
She is showing me the way
She is mad and stressed and I confess
I'm being careful what I say.

On her arm she wears a magic patch
A steady stream of nicotine
It helps her cope but there's a catch
She is having purple dreams.

Fleshed out in vivid detail
Whilst clutching at the quilt
She sleep talks about lizards
Coming for her wearing stilts.

The alligators swim the floor
She mans the Enterprise
There are walking, talking Russian dolls
And jars of fireflies.

It brings out a kind of madness
Such surreal thoughts in her head
So when stuck for inspiration
Wear a purple patch to bed.


Thanks for reading,
S.

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The see you smile

OK, purple prose, yeah.

Firstly I looked up 'prose' or as I found out, to just write normally. Then I looked up 'purple' which returned various information sites talking about colour. I figured this was not the answer I was looking for, so I typed in 'Purple Prose' and found that it is a piece of writing that is exaggerated and over the top, over flowery or over told.

Then it dawned on me, this week is national by a card week or Valentine's day. This, to me, obviously meant over the top, loved up to the max, romantic prose (see I can use the word now)

So, using my muse as inspiration, I started writing. I think I've written more of a poem to be honest however, it is very much something to be delivered with emotion in a performance with more ham than a pig.

Whatever it is I'm pretty sure I got the purple patches right.

Enjoy

To See You Smile

To see you smile

because of me.

Not to mock,

nor to sympathise,

nor to stand over me with grandeur

controlling my every movement by the sheer whim of your thought.

To see you smile

because of me,

my wit,

or my charm

or because you simply knew I was alive and saw me

bestow some kindness on a stranger for nothing less than your approval.

To see you Smile

because of me

and hear the singing angels

ignited in to the song of a thousand heavens

by the delight radiated from your face

just from having the smallest, most minute, insignificant thought of me

To see you smile

because of me,

is to see more than this or any universe has to offer,

is to be encapsulated by a moment the expunges all light

except that which shows your face

and blesses my eyes with a power far greater than the creator himself

To see you smile

because of me

Is all I ever need to live for.

Nothing, not even the greatest of all the foods and wines

could ever be more intoxicating

than to see you smile,

because of me.

Colin

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