Showing posts with label Plum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Plum. Show all posts

Monday, February 25, 2013

Wisteria

Wisteria photo from Flickrby Rick Kimpel, 
rkimpeljr, © March 28, 2007

Wisteria

Purple
Wraps around
And intertwines
In gripping love
Adorning
Vine and tree
With Purple
Majesty  


© February 21, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


Wisterias, photo from Flickr by formatc1, © May 10, 2008



This poem will also be submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Purple Passion

Love Aura, photo from Flickr by Jsome1

Purple Passion

Grapes are fruits
Of royalty
And we feed on
Grapes in ecstasy
One at a time
Purple as satin
Sheets and silk

Purple Roses
Indicate love
At first sight
Purple hue
Transcends
The bluest night

A purple moon
Returns nightly
In varying shape, shade
And degrees of light
Illuminating slightly


© February 11, 2013, Robbie Pruitt



This poem will also be submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Lydia

Purple photo from Flickr by Lady-Ro

Lydia

Seller of purple
To excess and royalty
Scent of lilac and lavender
Extravagance for all to see

Plum
But not the fruit
And not the color
Plum
Like no other

Indigo
Amidst
Our day-glow
Flowering
With Lavender
And Lilac
We don’t turn back
Maker, seller—Follower
Of purple linen
A sister—Our kin


© February 5, 2013, Robbie Pruitt


“On the Sabbath we went outside the city gate to the river, where we expected to find a place of prayer. We sat down and began to speak to the women who had gathered there. One of those listening was a woman from the city of Thyatira named Lydia, a dealer in purple cloth. She was a worshiper of God. The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul’s message. When she and the members of her household were baptized, she invited us to her home. “If you consider me a believer in the Lord,” she said, “come and stay at my house.” And she persuaded us.” –Acts 16:13-15


This poem, Lydia, was submitted on TweetSpeak’s poetry prompt on February’s Purple Rain and Indigo Blues (A Plum-good Poetry Prompt) on TweetSpeak Poetry, offered by Seth Haines here.

This poem will also be submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.