Purple is my favorite color – I’ve always thought it grand.
If you care to find out why, I’ll give the word firsthand.
☂️
Purple is an artist’s mix of red and blue.
When you blend them both together, you get a different hue.
💜
Why do I like purple so much?
Is it food, like grapes, plums, eggplants and such?
🍇
Or is it a flower of purple that spellbinds –
Violets, lavender, lilacs, or other kinds?
🥀
Maybe something animalistic is the key,
Like birds, butterflies or creatures of the sea.
🦄
All of these things are great to me,
But I like purple because it makes me feel like royalty.
🎆
Purple is my husband’s favorite, and his late mother, so this poem is dedicated to Ted and Ann Lacksonen. Purple can be symbolic of gays and lesbians, which is fine by me, but I like it simply because it is beautiful.
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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Purple is my 4th favourite colour!
Very nice. I like purple too!