*
an enclosed space
at the nuns I liked
the candies for sale
.
to jump rope
to play ball
rare smiles rising
.
they wanted no
males around
we were separated
.
there was peace
productivity
and what they
.
called purity
I loved this one
it was like a long
.
silence of whiteness
suspended until
my face was too pretty
.
my eyes large as deer’s
my mind a pond of flowers
till they claimed
.
I was the source of sin
.
.
Absolutely brilliant!!
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thank you Tracy! it had some more wordeud slant at first then skimmed it down to simple (pure)…
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Wow!
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my eyes large as deer’s
my mind a pond of flowers
till they claimed
.
I was the source of sin
such beautiful imagery, ty for this poem.
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Beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. Wonderful.
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only in the church can beauty be the source of sin…some may commit ‘sin’ in the name of beauty…that does not make beauty its source.
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