Purple Ribbons in the Wind


Sweet scents of pittosporum blooms
Tickle her nose and she smiles
Purple ribbons in the wind
She bounces down the street
Heartache Tonight in her ears
Blue sky in her eyes
Salty Med on her tongue
A hum on her skin

Heartache Tonight  https://unbuttonedorundone.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/02-heartache-tonight.mp3

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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15 Responses to Purple Ribbons in the Wind

  1. arjaybe says:

    Pigtails bouncing to country rock. Is that a grass stain on her dress?-)



  2. Toujours superbe!
    Mais The Eagles?
    Ca ne vaut pas la peine!


    • emmylgant says:

      Mais si! C’est le rythme qui compte!
      Tu aurais prefere Blue Suede Shoes?
      Ou l’autre que la petite aime c’est The Wanderer …
      Je sais, je suis folle!


  3. Penny L Howe says:

    Just wonderfully emmy. Especially the vibes from the tune you picked, it totally blends with your playfully written words. Love it!


    • emmylgant says:

      I am glad you enjoyed that little bit of whimsy, thank you. There is somethingto be said for an upbeat tune, a sunny day and a not-so-grown-up attitude. 😉 Thank you for kind comment.


  4. makagutu says:

    hey friend how are you doing? I will listen to the song when I get to my pc.
    When i grow up i want to be a poet 😀 how you combine these experiences to such beautiful poetry amazes me!


  5. john zande says:

    Well, i wasn’t expecting that song.


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