Purple

by N J Thornton   Feb 3, 2007


I over turned a grasshopper's den
and kicked up a dust storm.

He’d painted his walls
an even deeper violet
than the tingle of my sneeze.
Yet, it was still brighter
before my fretting foot
had showed amethyst to the sun.

The grasshopper turned,
offered me a brush,
and asked me to choose
a colour.

Purple.

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  • 17 years ago

    by umbra

    It's cute and wonderful story you create. I feel as if there is some hidden connotation I am not understanding.

  • 17 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    What a lovely, imaginative 'fantasy'....I can really see it....though I do think it would go so nicely in 'Nature'...

  • 17 years ago

    by Bryan

    Ok, i understand some of this poem, i cant tell if it was a dream or not, but i still like your imagination skills when you write, also a 5/5!!!! thanx for reading my poem, means alot to me, keep writing!!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    Huh.
    That is baffling. I'm sorry, forigve me, I'm at loss for words. I'm not sure what to think [though I know I love it]. You read it and you think of the description you give, but then try to find a much deeper meaning.. I'm puzzling over it now.
    Wonderfully written, very interesting, and the flow, as again, was amazing.

    xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex 5.5

  • 17 years ago

    by Braeden Monks

    BAHAHAHAHAHAHA that was awesome bloody hell

    sorry this comment should be more mature uhhhh *changes voice* "uhhh i think it was a deep inner emotion that made you write it and it should have flow better bLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH"

    to be honest that was one of the coolest poems in the world

    monks

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