Wish, whish. As purple uncovers a dream’s
discovery, I cringe, at betterment,
even as I laugh, and gather extreme
matters. I wish I felt more excitement,

like I do in my schemes. Rain! Forget me
not! I've crimsoned hot! Sigh. I once was God,
and I sent the rain where I wanted. See
how peculiar I can be? A fraud.

But then, purple rain falls on bridges,
an art comes to life, mined, and suitably
divined. Okay, too many messages,
not enough contact, anonymity

is free. Swish, wish, I could learn more, if I
desired to, but, hey, can't figure why?!


Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© 9/18/12

Art by Michael Tolleson
‘Purple Rain’ Copyright