Today's poem is a good one for this time of global pandemic and big feelings.
Purple
is an inside color,
like
the lining of a cape—
like the dusky
like the musky
inside
of a hiding place.
A
purple place all lined with dust
that
I didn’t know was here—
a certain place
a curtain place
behind
my granddad’s heavy chair.
And
when I’m in this purple place
my
heartbeat is the only sound—
inside the plush
inside the hush
what’s
inside me rushes out.
Yes, the special places we can go to in our memories for comfort. I would be curious to hear how this poem came to you. Did you have one like this or your kids? Or just your imagination. Your language as always is richly woven and chosen.
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