Inevitable becomes impossible
when life begins and ends
dry clean guilt reverts washable
clean glass of conscience bends
After days fight
with the suds of lasting night
mud now white
all blood washed bright
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It has to be symbolic when it says in the Bible - they washed their garments clean in the blood of the Lamb (Jesus). Otherwise, blood will stain and not clean.
Or is it a metaphor? Or an analogy? Something like that anyway. I'm not sure of the differences.
I'm confused at times as well Orchi Metaphor, analogy, slimily, parable whatever. It is indeed symbolic as is the washing in the blood of the Lamb. Death in a nonreligious belief resets the score. Thanks so much for the read and the patience.
This, or these could very easily be two separate but otherwise inextricably linked poems ..
Conversely as one, they comprise more than the sum of its secular parts .. Neville
Perceptive as always. Yes so true it began as one but another was created and amended to it as the thought occurred. As always I appreciate the read and comment.
Each day begins anew my friend? In the dark of night the clutter of mind is washed away, that we may begin anew to face each day. The cycle of life, beautifully written.
Thanks so much Bella I appreciate your reads and comments. Keep writing I enjoy your poems as well.
Beautiful.
Thank you Thomas it is appreciated
Opposites seem to attract in strange ways in our lives soren nut all comes clear in the end.
Andy
Thanks Andy for the review and yes things do clear up as we approach the end.
Simply beautiful 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy it is appreciated
OK. Short but to the point. Nice.
Thank you for your read and the kind comment it is appreciated
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