Wisteria

Wisteria photo from Flickr, by 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

TweetSpeak’s poetry prompt and musical playlist this February is Purple Rain and Indigo Blues (A Plum-good Poetry Prompt).  This week TweetSpeak Poetry offers Let’s Go Crazy–A Potpourri Purple Poetry Prompt Of Tyrannosaurical Proportions by Seth Haines here.

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.

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

TweetSpeak’s poetry prompt and musical playlist this February is Purple Rain and Indigo Blues (A Plum-good Poetry Prompt).  This week TweetSpeak Poetry offers The Symbolic Duke And A Purple Play (A Poetry Prompt) by Seth Haines here.

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.

Color Purple

Purple Roses in a Bowl, photo from Flickr by Mason2008

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it." –Alice Walker

Color Purple

Alice Walker

Never met a purple shade

That she did not admire

Which did not persuade

Her regard for it would not tire

She stood with God

In fields of purple flower

With beauty that would not cower

Amidst splashes of the finest color

In the countryside assured

© February 11, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

TweetSpeak’s poetry prompt and musical playlist this February is Purple Rain and Indigo Blues (A Plum-good Poetry Prompt).  This week TweetSpeak Poetry offers Purple Plays (An Associative Poetry Prompt) 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 on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’spoems.

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.

Morning Hope

Dawn of a New Day Coffeehouse photo from Examiner.com

Morning Hope

The morning hopes for better days in early reflections and first sunrays. No soda no beer will calm the fear, soothe the mind and make it clear. Tope. The color of taupe, and a morning reflection of hope, awakens the night and dawns the day.

Morning Hope

No ode to syrupy brown

Pop and fizz—not my biz

Condensation

Dripping brew

Off bottle brown

Nothing to see to

Barley and hops

Second at tops

Bubbly—no better than Brew

Water washes down

Better—when filtered brown

Through bean

And morning hope

Sweetened and creamed

To color of taupe

© January 21, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

This poem, Morning Hope, was submitted on TweetSpeak’s poetry prompt on January’s Battle of the Beverages Prompt on TweetSpeak Poetry, offered by Seth Haines here.

This poem was also 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 today. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems here. 

Color

Photo by Swisscan, from Flicker.com

Color

Shade me
Blend me
Mix me
Make me
Speak of my Hue
Baby my blue
Brush me
Fade me
Smear me
Feather me
Speak of my tones
My spectrum unknown


© November 11, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


This sassy little poem, Color, was submitted on the TweetSpeak’s Every Day Poems poetry prompt on Facebook here and for the November Surrealism Poetry Prompt on TweetSpeak Poetry, offered by Seth Haines here.

This poem was also 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 today.

Death Becomes Her: Death A Corps de ballet

Ballerina in a Death's Head, by Salvador Dali (1939), 

Photo from WikiPaintings

For a glossary of ballet terms, your “secret decoder ring” for this poem, see Wikipedia here.

Death Becomes Her:
Death A Corps de ballet

Death becomes her
Dance—and death
Becomes a blur

Death danced the ballerina
Pirouette
Before death beset

Allegro—Death
Shows its cards
Through bone shards

Avant
The dance
Confronts

Battlement
Dance death back
From where it was sent

Changement
Dance into another
Life—Into arms of Lover

Deboulé
Death left speechless
With nothing more to say

Entrée—Resurrect
Fouetté
Before death suspects

Hortensia
Shatter death’s teeth
Life just within reach

Jeté—The peril
Death of all classes
And Jeté life to the masses

Life ouverte—Reveal
No more death to steal
Life! And death—surreal

Nine lives—Pas de chat
Death confused
Life is where we’re at

From death’s dark
Shadows—Passé
Live for another day

Port de bras
Piqué the Devils eyes
Beginning his demise

The last Quatrième
Death unraveled
At the seam

Renversé—the curse
Dance—and death
Turns in Reverse

Soubresaut—lift from death
To life—Sauté—Frappé
The end of death’s day

Temps levé
Tombé—Death falls
Waltz—The dance calls

Tours en l'air—Salvation occur!
Dance—and death
Becomes a blur

Coda
From death to life
Bestowed


© November 20, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


This poem, Death A Corps de ballet: Death Becomes Her, was submitted for the November Surrealism Poetry Prompt on TweetSpeak Poetry, offered this Monday by Seth Haines here.

For this surrealism poetry prompt, “Building on the tradition of Dali’s “The Faces of War,” can you re-imagine the coming world,” I decided to look at “Ballerina in a Death's Head,” by Salvador Dali (1939), and the war between death and life.

In imagining the world to come, it is clear that death has to be overcome before redemption and restoration. The war against death here is a dance where beauty begins to emerge from the “shadow of death” itself. While death seeks to become us, or overcome us, it can be transcended in resurrection in the beautiful dance with the author of life, The Author of Resurrection.

This poem was also 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 today.

Lost Lovers

The Lovers, by Rene Magritte, 1928

“We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.” –Rene Magritte

“To be a surrealist means barring from your mind all remembrance of what you have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.” –Rene Magritte

Lost Lovers

Two lovers lost
In disguise
Closed and discreet
Are their eyes

Sealed with soft kiss
Between the sack
Love is lost
Never to look back

Love is bliss
Concealed under cover
Beneath the kiss
Lost lover

Cover over and dismiss
Disguised to conceal
Reality—would be remiss
Love surreal

A kiss only as truthful
As the appeal—and love
Only as honest as the lovers
At the reveal


© November 6, 2012, Robbie Pruitt

This poem is based on Rene Magritte’s “The Lovers” and the idea that love can be an illusion. . . Sometimes lovers are lost. . . as the saying goes, “love is blind. . . ” So far as love is real and genuine, love is truthful. . . Love is not always what it seems. Sometimes love is objectified as “lovers” objectify one another, or love the ideal or idea of love and not the actual person. . . Sometimes love is surreal. . .

This poem was submitted for the November Surrealism Poetry Prompt on TweetSpeak Poetry, offered this Monday by Seth Haines here.

This poem was also 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 today.

Water-Soluble Time

Photo of Salvador Dali's, “Persistence de la memoire” (1974) 

Water-Soluble Time

I cannot keep time
It drips like Dali
Time ticks . . . and time . . .
Sticks—at my folly
Time drips in reverse
Falls in 60-minute digression
Springs forth and flows north
In 60-minute aggression
Time melts in savings
Sometimes I’m at a loss
I cannot keep time
It washes over—then out
Over face of glass,
Then, clouded over
Resistance is not proof
Hands have frozen
And seconds are aloof
Time washes in and out
The tide keeps time
The tide took time
And I watch from the beach
. . .my place in time . . .
Just out of reach


© November 4, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


This poem was submitted for the November Surrealism Poetry Prompt on TweetSpeak Poetry, November Surrealism Poetry Prompt–A Musical Playlist, offered on Monday by Seth Haines here.

This poem was also 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 today.

Wine from Water Flows

Water to Wine image from Google Images here

Wine from Water Flows
(John 2:1-12)

Empty vessels
Strewn about
Eager anticipation
Alongside emptiness
Without

And then the Wine
Flowed
From the Water
Divine

Religion and ritual
Fade to celebration
The best saved for last
Abundance and grace
In stark contrast


© October 25, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


This poem was submitted for the TweetSpeak Poetry prompt offered on Monday by Seth Haines here at Gluhwein Memories.

This poem, Wine from Water Flows, was also 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 today.