the purple road of grief
In a land not far away at all, there lived a boy who liked purple lollipops. They reminded him of water with Kool-Aid mix, something his mother used to make for him on Sundays as a treat. But when his mother disappeared, his father was too wrapped up in grief to recall the Sunday morning ritual. So, he settled for the grape lollipops that his teacher sometimes handed out.
Where the Golf Balls Hide
“If I have to warn this damn kid one more time not to hit the ball in the same damn direction, I might lose it. I’m starting to think he wants to rack up a lost ball bill for his parents. Freakin’ rich pompous prick of a kid.” I sighed deeply, trying to keep my temper from hitting the top.
The Indigo Child
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A haze would descend upon the fields as tiny purple seeds planted themselves gently. Each seed carried a love; a love of sky and water entwined to give life. And life grew. Luscious flora bloomed releasing sweet scents, and wildlife twittered and skittered around a blossoming world. Harmony reached its roots deep into the land and caressed its matter, “You matter, land”.
Our Winter Wedding Night
Slow motion kiss, you The snow queen of my heart, I Am captivated ~ I wanted to write about that perfect moment, where time slowed and the world stopped, when you walked towards me, dressed in blue and white. We existed outside of time, and you looked ever so beautiful.