Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Purple Words: Her Mission


Her Mission


Niwet├║kame came to her again:
she must go to a certain place
and prepare for her mission,
the details of which would be
revealed in another vision.

Her life was a quest:
chasing one vision after the next,
blown by the wind of change
across America, no place home,
she was disconnected from
the American Dream
following her own instead.

In her next vision:
the darkness expelled a form,
a wraith, a gray genie of a man
in flowing gray robes who began
a repeated bowing of his head
as he chattered to her eagerly
in a melodic, singsong voice.

Even those wild memories of his
mad youth left him unmoved,
just as during his last debauch,
he had exhausted his quota of
salaciousness and all he had left
was the marvelous gift of being
able to remember it without
bitterness or repentance.


It was all another morsel
of wisdom which though
it seemed to come from outside,
no doubt bubbled up from within
her or maybe it was advice
from the great ocean of the
unconscious to guide her steps
away from that of her latest vision.

---Purple Mark 07/07/2012




Purple Prompts:                                                                         

  1. Then, Niwet├║kame came to her again, saying that she must go to a certain place and prepare for her mission, the details of which would be revealed to her in another vision.” Tom Robbins. Even Cowgirls Get The Blues. (Bantam Books, 1976) Page 173.
  2. Suddenly the darkness expelled a form, a wraith, a gray genie of a man in flowing gray robes who began a repeated bowing of his head as he chattered to her eagerly in a melodic, singsong voice.” Dorothy Gilman. The Unexpected Mrs Pollifax. (Fawcett Crest, 1966) Page 129.
  3. But even those wild memories of his mad youth left him unmoved. Just as during his last debauch he had exhausted his quota of salaciousness and all he had left was the marvelous gift of being able to remember it without bitterness or repentance.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez. One Hundred Years Of Solitude. (Bard Books, 1970) Page 293.







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    1. This is not my poem. It was written by my friend Purple Mark of Seattle. He would be pleased to know that you would choose it to be published!

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