That memory we used to share
comes asking for blueberries when I close
my eyes. I see a kaleidoscope.
Purple juice carries more than it thought
when pinched between fingers that just a moment ago
looked white.
You tried to ruin me but I know
tomorrow jumps two ways. A shooting star tells the tale
for only a moment, extinguished on descent,
though its arc burns red against the black
as if the contrast should surprise us.
The fire reveals the fruit.
© 2020 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt “You tried to ruin me, but I…”
Often Mumbled Musings 
Phillip I really enjoyed this beautiful love poem.
“Purple juice carries more than it thought
when pinched between fingers that just a moment ago
looked white.”
I love the way you ended this piece.
Have a blessed week my friend. Love to you and your loved ones. ❤️💕🤗Joni
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Great use of imagery. Brilliantly penned, thanks for sharing this and also for following my blog, I’m glad😊
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Wonderful poem – love the mixture of whimsy with depth of emotion.
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Such beautiful and poignant imagery. It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you appear in my reader! Your poetry is magnificent, Phillip. There’s so much depth with the different aspects of love; you describe each layer of it as multifaceted and that’s remarkably evocative in this piece. Excellent take on the prompt. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it!
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That is so kind, Lucy! I really appreciate your words. With everything going on, I’ve not had the time nor motivation to get words out but I’m making more of an effort!
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Excellent last line, Phillip!
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