Or
would that title
go better as question?
Purity - the kind
we mean in wonder
or at least admiration,
not in accusation
of narrowness -
or intolerance -
Purity that simply
is
Purity of nature,
or in us, of focus, force
or purpose - is just
the same as excess
without slightest
deviation
in aim,
- isn't it?
It isn't rhetorical,
the question. I don't know.
Perhaps it's not a thing
I should know. Ever since
the fall of innocence got
so inextricably tangled up
in ignorance, we've been
wondering such paradoxically
pure, potentially perverted-
in-implication
things
haven't we?
Or have we.
Or was that
just
me!
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, October 09, 2023
pure nature.
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