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| "Purity, Spirit Visions" ©Mary Montague Sikes |
Purity
A rush of love, a flood of humor,
The hillside trembles beneath the touch
Of a forbidden journey.
The pure are not lost here.
A flower grows, a tree dies.
We look into the sky and see a star.
A rose is born, the clouds are green.
The pure are not lost here.
An elephant trunk sweeps through the air.
Snowflakes flutter and fly.
A little boy cries out.
The pure are not lost here.
A shining light beams from afar.
Blurred lines glide over straight.
In the white, words cry out.
The pure are not lost here.
Mary Montague Sikes
3 comments:
I think using a light blue is the next best thing plus there is plenty of white in This painting. To me, I see a man reading to swim in the water almost like a cleansing. Your poem capture the spirit of purity
That was lovely. When I was younger I always liked that my first name meant pure. I always thought of it as being really clear, perhaps with some sort of light shining through.
Cait @ Click's Clan
Thank you, Birgit. I appreciate your following this.
Cait, it's nice to have a name that means pure.
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