Purple
I write poems
in green ink,
but I prefer
purple.
Bruised clouds
on an evening sky,
dark depths
of a rainbow glow,
Northern Lights
singing at the deep
end of their scale …
or just a desire
to be different …
slightly different ..
as if that one thing,
the color of my ink,
might tip the scales
and turn me
from mediocrity
to celebrity
with a wave
of a violet wand.
or the click
of a pair
of ink-stained
fingers.
rogermoorepoet 
A relatable premise; I have the same issues with fonts. I think the font I use will make people see my words more clearly when in fact they remain exactly what they were.
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Yup: I have multiple pens. I am positive that each one will help m write a little better. Same old scrawl … Thanks for visiting.
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I like this. It’s somehow refreshing.
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I change pens and ink colors when writing in my journal. That helps change my ideas, refreshing them, as you say. Love the headband on your page today, pale purple!
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Good photo of you, Roger.
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Thanks, John. At my desk in the Red Room at KIRA a year ago. I have lost weight since then
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When I am old, I shall wear purple…
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Life has its purple patches … and there’s nothing wrong with them. This poem emerges directly from the purple writing in the previous blog, incidentally. The words re-arranged on the page and strengthened slightly.
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