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    eye-
    searching for a ray
    sticks-
    the color yesterday
    picked-
    so much like a daisy-
    bright
    and wet and sunny
    eye.

    eye-
    searching for a ray
    made
    darkness t' stay-
    twinkling-
    wonder t' sit mute
    with propped chin-
    so intriguing-

    mind
    is still-

    the eye searches
    the darkness for a ray:
    the red beam; today.
    the mite and the mote
    both of them blight,
    and the cedar and
    the smoke, rising up high,--
    they both call out
    to heavenward, and of love
    give messages
    of heaven sent as offering.
    the new born ray,
    color number letter shape:
    the purpureal hue
    of a shade that won't fade.

    that is what for
    and why
    the eye is searching

  • #2
    Purpureal, ultra-purple
    a ray beyond indigo
    snaps out Puerperal
    a shade beyond letting go

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    • amenOra
      amenOra commented
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      Hey there, so yeah, I'm thinking purpureal would seem out of place anywhere, I don't know how I could use it and sound "right", but I love the word. Search also came up for that lol... anyway, thanks for stopping by again. this is a lighter poem than normal. maybe
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