Purity

Purity

were it cold,

your Love would be

like fresh falling snow

gracing my grim reality

in pristine powder....

a white whirl

of confection

so sweet on my lips...

your Love adorns

enwraps

enthralls

transformed am I...

made pure...

you cover me

from boots to brim

make beautiful

this common ground

that is me

Comments: 13

Bernard C. Jan 21, 2011, 10:06am UTC

That's poetry in a pure form - thanks for sharing :-)

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stephen berwaldt Jan 22, 2011, 11:30am UTC

Thanks, Bernard...

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Diane Huizenga Jan 21, 2011, 10:17am UTC

wow that is so beautiful.

stephen berwaldt Jan 22, 2011, 11:30am UTC

Appreciate the comment, Diane

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Ann Marcaida Jan 21, 2011, 11:41am UTC

Are you a snowman now? I like this poem very much Steve, and I think your ellipses work here because they elicit the slowness of falling snow. Also, as you are capitalizing Love, there is a taste of the divine in your poem.

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stephen berwaldt Jan 22, 2011, 11:35am UTC

A hot-blooded snow man, I guess...A self-defeating situation, to be sure :) I have been working on the ellipses...have you noticed? You have such a cerebral point of view...I appear to be more sensate, but cerebral enough that I can appreciate your unique point of view...I may NOT be more sensate...just wear it more on my sleeve, perhaps...
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