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Sunday, September 23, 2018

A Pisces Swimming in Purple


Evening spills wine from
the sun’s vineyard in purple haze
across the western sky.
The mulberry robe of queens
gathers the last threads of daylight
and walks regally into the stars.

I think of my own birthstone, February’s amethyst,
as the moon appears on her throne, and wonder
how the universe chose me to wear its healing stone
when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections.
Oh, there is so much to question, and so little to truly understand.
I am a Pisces swimming in purple trusting I’ll find a way to rise where I fall.



9 comments :

Helen said...

You, my dear will rise over and over again! Purple is your color.

Sherry Marr said...

I love the mulberry robe of queens" and "I am the fractured bone of many resurrenctions." Very cool.

Jim said...

Heavy in purple is this Pisces lady. I read in the Android dictionary that the Greeks thought amethyst would keep them from becoming drunkards. Your lady with so many resurrections probably did not drink.
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Kim Russell said...

I love your Pisces in purple, Susie, and the way it opens, spilling wine in purple haze - a mixture of Hendrix and Prince. I also love the lines:
'The mulberry robe of queens
gathers the last threads of daylight
and walks regally into the stars'.

Kerry O'Connor said...

wonder
how the universe chose me to wear its healing stone
when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections

These lines really go to the heart of your sonnet. They really touched me.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is absolutely breathtaking!πŸ’– Love "The mulberry robe of queens gathers the last threads of daylight."😊

willow_switches: PatπŸƒ said...

Wonderful exploration of the colour, in all her hues and manifestations, and possibilities Susie. And what a rapturous image conjured "and wonder how the universe chose me to wear its healing stone when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections"

[perhaps the very reason is that to be a true healer, one has to have been fractured and resurrected so many times .... ]

fantastic poem and well, questions unanswered for sure, but Pisces tend to swim in their own streams and never stop dreaming, and carrying on, in their own determined and regenerating ways.

Sara McNulty said...

Your beginning is stunning. I love the mulberry robe.

Anmol (HA) said...

Oh, the imagery in the first stanza is some really refined work — spilled wine, mulberry robe, threads of daylight, et al. make for a breathtaking view.
I love how you took the image of amethyst and created an emotive narration around it.
"...when I am the fractured bone of many resurrections": Wonderful!
-HA

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