Purple Comments

Well, I'll never look a purple the same way again. Never. Splendid poem, whisks me away, persuades me as I resist. This ain't what purple means to me, but while I read your poem I entertain no doubts. I may have to write a response to this one: Purple is plush, / it's velvet crushed / it dances away at dusk / it insists on itself / and envelops one in the semblance / of macroeconomic sensuality. / Purple is plush.

Yes, it is a funereal color so vividly and well expressed in this poem along with other strange things that make purple, in my view a color to avoid, even in a rose.

The way you have painted this read with such descriptive wording is of true talent! Patricia Gale

Philippa, Not your favourite colour then? I like the way you have chosen the words that sound well together. It grows and flows but certainly ain't prose. Thanks again for helping me sister Warm regards SG

this poem is a bit of genious

Perhaps I am too biased as Phillipa's daughter, but I love this poem. As a young teenager, it had such an impact on me that I began composing my own poems (none of which were ever as good as my mother's but luckily that wasn't the point) .

Magnifique! Correct spelling errors please. Poem is great. H