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Just a Purple Wall


I am a wall painted purple, oh, I remember that day well,
      a girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me;
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple paint,
            and she was dappled all over with dots of me.

The next few days I was left alone to dry in quietude,
       then came the antique furniture and mauve drapery;
art work was attached to me in hues of purple so lovely,
            my whole essence was of peace and tranquility.

I liked to watch the girl dance around the room so pretty,
      she looked at herself in an oval mirror attached to me;
and I felt she was looking into my soul, often she was writing,
            at her desk into a diary with tears in her eyes.

How I wanted to reach out and stroke that head gently,
      but of course I was just a purple wall,  I felt her sadness;
then one day she was wearing a beautiful white dress,
            I did not realize that she was leaving me that day.

The door to my room closed with the furniture covered,
      I spent my days in darkness as the curtains hid the sun,
at night all I had were my memories of that raven haired girl,
            then one day, the door creaked open, so slowly.

An old lady with white hair holds the hand of a little girl,
      she strokes the raven hair of the girl with such love;
the dark haired girl smiles-  the lady calls her granddaughter,
            she tells her, "this is the room where I used to dance."

Then, they open up the curtains and throw off the covers,
     and they begin to dance and twirl all about the room;
I am happy-  I want to join them but I am just a purple wall,
            that little girl now looks into the oval mirror . . . 
 
            attached to me, and it seems she is looking into my soul.

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October 14, 2016


Poetry/Personification/Just A Purple Wall
Copyright Protected, ID 16-839-255-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, Personification
sponsor, Lewis Raynes

Sixth Place

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