Written: August 26, 2026, for Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Nature
Emotion: Peace
Color: Purple
Season: Annual
Form: Limerick
Object: Smartphone
Verb: Wander
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A smartphone lies still by the stream,
Its screen holds a purple-hued dream;
I wander through green,
Nature's tranquil scene,
Where peace flows in steady, bright gleam.
The clouds spill a thousand secrets
Souls so bright fly in sky like egret
Day or night a delight to see this
Poets pen a friend not to remiss
Seduce the stars without a script
With winged words lavender lips
Soulful eyes making hearts skip
Mind so wise like well, deep we dip
Into peach pleasure pool of the mind
Where love is jewel and words are wine
Touch is a tool we silver seek and find
Leaving legacy so maroon meek and kind
Cloudy secrets the clouds spill today
Love is needed to eliminate all hate
Sautéed psalms of silver strong
Believing in youth as maturity soothes
It is as it should be in my heart
No longer obsessed with less
Teal tears baptize and bless
Lust all that fuss dismissed
Creating a fuchsia foundation
For a clean heart of love so artistic
Kisses create passionate pulsing poetry
Amethyst heart fails to be imperfect
Yet victorious gloriously worth it
All the waiting praying forsaking
Of the wrong one’s led to
Love’s lavender ladder
Where superior intimacy awaits
Baking basking in indigo intimacy
Singing heart hymns
Turquoise touches melting them
From one note into one song
That dotes strokes sings steams
Hotter than July’s jade dreams
Purple passion new yet old fashion
Perfectly imperfect and ravishing
A Triolet to Make My Day - 6-23-26
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Twilight Spreads a Lavender Dream
Twilight spreads a lavender dream
As sunlight slides behind the hill
When nocturns sing a first star theme
Twilight spreads a lavender dream.
Silver drips from gentle moonbeams
Onto the rose, a moonlight trill.
Twilight spreads a lavender dream
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
Lavender wisteria spills
its quiet grace flows in the air.
In twilight’s hush, the whole world stills~
lavender wisteria spills.
A softened light the evening fills,
a breath of something rare and fair.
Lavender wisteria spills
its quiet grace flows in the air.
Lavender wisteria spills,
Cascading like dyed waterfalls,
I can see them from the high hills;
Lavender wisteria spills
Like trees wearing violet frills,
Over the royal castle walls;
Lavender wisteria spills,
Cascading like dyed waterfalls.
linen drawers breathe quiet years
lemon oil warms walnut grain
fresh bread wafts through quiet rooms~
lavender moments
It’s misty green and blue I bleed from my eyes
And the pale moonlight watches as I tear my shirt
And jeans as I am transitioning from man to wolf
The scent of her clusters of camphire and estrus
Holy smoke and evergreen has got me howling
As the thurible is swung I'm still howling, better run
It’s midnight purple patches that I use to bandage
The wounds after necking with a vampire, in my veins
There’s a fire of passion and I can’t help myself
Ironically, I help myself anyway, to another banquet of kisses
Your porcelain skin, and my engorged eyes filled with skies
This vision let down on a silken sheet, a sight for blood red eyes
Oh the lavender sickness of vervain
And as you wait I have the musty smell of legends
To unfurl, and the crystal ball tells the future and past
Midnight purple patches and misty blue and green
Set the scene combining for this reverie of Aphrodite with arms
More arms than Shiva even Durga to pull at you
Don’t pull me under with you, my life is just beginning
Blackness, please leave me alone, I sleep in silver strands
As sleep demands and the sun is coursing over
morning drifts in on a pale lavender
light lingers on the window~
watching time hold its breath
Fuchsia petals stretching towards sun
Lavender fragrance as aromatherapy
Onyx feet in grass on a barefoot run
Whimsical white wind blowing trees
Emerald green eyes play game of I spy
Red roses strike poses in the July sky
Sleep wraps my brain like a pink present
Dreams fly around like a purple pheasant
Not always red realistic nor always pleasant
Perhaps affected when moon is a crescent
Watching dreams as if view yellow star
Wondering if they teal tell who you are
Will life be blessed or a messy sour tart
Whether good or bad messaging heart
Sometimes I wake up to cranberry confess
Hoping to grasp power of dream at best
Inspired to change a view or revisit test
Like it throws candy clue that I must digest
Picking up pen or paper or using cell phone
Sewing together chocolate conscious poem
Needling nagging neon thoughts so strong
Ideas thrill like lavender lullaby silky song
Satisfied with words that tap dance on air
Flying as blue birds from my kinky hair
Soothing my mind able to relax cherry care
Back to sleep I go hosting rem dream’s dare
Fragments of my memory
dissolve like mist
in the summer sun.
Parts of me
live in patches like
the moon on fragile nights.
I let chaos reign
in my head
and ropes of thoughts
strangle my being.
I let doubts of my existence
deplete my innards
as I watch the sky roar with confidence.
I have walked this path
innumerable times.
It has pricked my feet and hollowed
my soul.
And yet when empathy blooms
like fragrant wild flowers
I forget who I am
I forget how love has hurt me all the time.
The ocean beckons me today
the cliffs and ridges call out my name
for I am lost in a void
embedded in regret and loathe.
Yet a faint light of hope
flicker in the pain.
A flame of love
From my heart to my soul.
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lavender light
tree limbs dancing
moonlight tiptoes near
No matter how I carve these lines,
you escape the page.
You slip through my metaphors,
slipping further from my hands.
Still, I write you.
In a higher orbit,
you sway and move.
A soul with too many sides,
with circling winds that carry you from me.
Still, I follow you.
But maybe,
I can peer into the eye of your storm.
I might catch a glimpse of your hurricane heart,
before it turns from me again.
Still, I call you.
You are beyond this world,
a lavender galaxy,
and I, a moon
in your gravity.
lavender glow faerie where are you hiding tonight?
I saw you last evening until you flew out of sight
Waiting with the jack-o-lanterns, we stare that way
Hoping you will honor us with a new glimpse today
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