" Purple Passion"

It began during my weekly
writer's workshop
on a Saturday afternoon
and as usual, a new prompt;
this one was to pick at
random
two words from a box
passed around...
My words were
purple and passion
- purple passion,
such perfect
alliteration
and gorgeous
imagery-
it seems a complete
poem.
For me, it evokes
perfume
perhaps in a pagoda-
shaped
bottle,
and a scent,
musky
beguiling.
Or was this the name
of a bar,
somewhere near Beaufort, S.C.
circa early 1980's?
Recollections
of a smoke- filled
room
dimly lit
and the barmaid,
Asian,
jaded
( though with a heart
of gold.)
And jarheads too,
laughing
in their bomber jackets,
playing pool...
Inevitably I am there
nursing my drink
( a daquiri)
staring into the
mirror
at my reflection,
still
young- still beautiful
the world still my
oyster.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Jasleenkb

Good work!

Annette M Velasquez

Thank you- these were just some of my thoughts looking back to more than 35 years ago!

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