Nov 2020
Purple sadness
Is the sadness of classical music and
Eggplant sandwiches alone at my desk
It mixes the blue sadness of
Drowning in an ocean
Of salt
With the red sadness of
a fire blazing
In the pit of my stomach
So yes purple sadness is heavy like blue
and hot like red
And it sounds like Mozart
Tastes like fleshy fruit grown deep in the earth.
And it’s empty.
Empty.
Empty.
Is the sadness of classical music and
Eggplant sandwiches alone at my desk
It mixes the blue sadness of
Drowning in an ocean
Of salt
With the red sadness of
a fire blazing
In the pit of my stomach
So yes purple sadness is heavy like blue
and hot like red
And it sounds like Mozart
Tastes like fleshy fruit grown deep in the earth.
And it’s empty.
Empty.
Empty.
the prompt was to write a poem using the line "purple sadness is the sadness of classical music and eggplant", which is from Mary Ruefle's book, "My Private Property"
