The Purple Juggling Ring

September 18, 2009 at 12:01 pm | Posted in Poem | 4 Comments
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Jenny was juggling on our balcony on Sunday afternoon. 

Her three coloured rings spun through the air above her concentrated gaze.

Suddenly, she lost control and the purple ring landed on my empty Violet Crumble wrapper.

‘It’s an omen!’  I cried. 

Jenny looked, and understood.

Later, she was juggling again, and this time, the purple ring landed on a cushion. 

It, too, was purple!

We stared at the ring, at the cushion and at each other.

‘It’s an omen!’  she exclaimed.

‘Purple seeks purple!’  I shouted.

And we understood.

It was groovy.



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  1. This is groovy. I understand. 🙂

    • Thank you, adamnrave. I’m very glad SOMEONE does! 🙂

  2. Love it.
    as does my purple amethyst ring…

  3. Thank you, Debra. So sorry your comment got hung up overnight in The System. Best regards, P. 🙂

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