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How Could We Be Loved?

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Sulfur and violet skies;
soiled old world unable to be rained clean,
how can I love you?
How can you love me?

Snow has fallen for days,
it beguiles me into thinking
sins of our seasons
have suddenly been wiped clean;
a slate, with grooves you can only feel
if you run your fingertip across it.

Dark and disturbed earth, covered,
are you brewing a revenge?
How can I appease you? 
What will you require in return?

The weight of drifts leans against my house,
beneath, there is a whisper, it says
“Sh, let us rest and we will belie
your hard night, with bright eyes
that glint in sister moon
who hovers over us all
in hopes we can work a miracle.”
For me?  For you?
Who can ever repay the hand
that polishes the world
with such spangled midnight sky?

Oh, how I love him.  Oh, how he loves us.



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  • NurseChilly gold member
    January 12, 2008

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    miracles do happen... and they happen so quietly and calmly... the love of another is spangled in the night

    beautiful Carol

    many thanks for entering our contest and good luck too


  • Cat
    January 11, 2008
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    i love sins of our seasons- suddenly wiped clean..

    just wonderful alliteration through out the piece-
    your peace comes from that place
    inside yourself that so few can
    reach- this poem describes it nicely

    thanks so much for entering

    m


  • EvilKate
    January 7, 2008

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    You seem to always live so easily at peace, despite the noise and confusion that might surround, you have that inner sanctuary. Knowing that is peaceful in itself


  • klassy lassy
    January 6, 2008

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    Who, Indeed? Our days have grown darkly ominous, and nights no longer give refuge. The gifts are there, if we would just learn to accept them with hearts that shine god-spangled, too. I watched a winter wonderland with similar thoughts this morning... ~ Karen


  • Malabu
    January 5, 2008

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    beauty in your words
    brings beauty to my mind...


    there is no love
    warmer nor brighter
    than the love
    given
    this love
    we want to embrace
    and give back
    with a smile
    Mal

  • Rowan gold member
    January 2, 2008

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    spoken as only you can. Peace to you hon.


  • Nicolette gold member
    January 1, 2008

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    "Oh, how I love him. Oh, how he loves us."....there isn't a greater peace than that... beautiful, soulful poetry, Carol.

    ~ Nicolette

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