Purple is tricky
It’s difficult to run against the wind.
When you’re in a field of purple,
Forget that life’s the way it is.
Forget it’s difficult to love someone
With eyes closed, heart wide open.
The soft whisper of irises on a porch;
Music in the rain, exercise for fluttering eyelashes.
Rare tornado
Ruining my meticulously planned life:
Leave me be with solitude and superstitions.
Your eyes are purple
You listen to rhythms of iris on fingertip
And love the oddities in life.
Here’s your chance to see purple.
Author notes
SlightCaseofOCD, that's my name. I hope my poem's not cliche. 
A contest entry
- iris by stasis.
1500 points, ended September 8, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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