The Purple Voice

the purple voice

drips wax

from an underused pencil

tip charred

with the longing

of poetic thought

the pull toward metaphor

and meaning

guiding its paltry course

upon the line of logic

tracing its ubiquitous beginnings

to overly romantic novels

dripping in the hustle and rustle

of satin against skin

trying its damnedest

to avoid the obvious

the easily bought cliché

settling at a modicum

of tedium

of worry

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012