Purple Tree

by Sunshine   Jun 11, 2012


Colors consume my
gardens and fields of being...
I think white,
I think shallow?
I feel blue,
I feel hollow?

Colorless, pale...
Love isn't there,
I plant, it grows,
a heart within me.
A thorn, a seed,
a purple tree.
It's all artificial,
even me.

A touch of gold,
a kiss of black,
A valley of a mountain,
A peak and a shadow.
The sun shines fast,
the days run slow.

Black, green, dim/light yellow...
It's all artificial,
even you.

Colorless, pale...
Love is nowhere,
I plant, it grows
a heart within me.
A thorn, a seed,
a purple tree,
the one royal color,
I cannot see.

by: Rania Moallem

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Awesome, I was intrigued by the title, as I had no idea what the poem would be about and was surprised to read this but glad I did as it was very well written and a lot of powerful words were used. i liked the layout of each stanza too, this worked well to break it up.

    Very creative poem, well done.

  • 11 years ago

    by The Prince

    This is lovely, Rania. One of my favourites from you.

    Such simple imagery. The repetition and listing adds to a feeling of helplessness and sorrow. The purple tree image is strange but wonderful. I wasn't keen on the elipses because it slowed the poem down, and I don't think it added anything.

    I think you've developed a lot as a writer, and whilst I wasn't a fan of all your previous work, you're not afraid to say what you want to say. Some of your work is beautiful and bashful, others are strange and chaotic. Glad to see your work again!

  • 11 years ago

    by Nikala

    This is quite different, but I absolutely love it.

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Haha! I have to agree with Yaki lmao. I love how you incorporate colours and kitchen stuff with your emotions. Just creative. ;D

  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Great imagery, a good pace to the poem, I hate poems that leave you tongue tied and you stumble on the words. This does neither, Everything is artificial, it is amazing how much co exists with superficial. good stuff. regards.

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