Impure Thoughts... Poem by Michael Gale

Impure Thoughts...



impure thoughts contained...
Leaves thy thoughts dwell, well constrained.
Hasten thy choices of the morrow...
Lest be all so sullen and filled with sorrow.
Vast filled days followed by rage...
Imparts all hallowed, of thee, age.
Memorie's recollections adhered to heart...
Begin days of hurt and end days of start.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetry Hound 22 June 2006

I like this poem even though I don't understand it. The title is intriguing because it resonates with the religious view of what impure thoughts are. I know there are evil thoughts or disgusting thoughts, but 'impure' ones? What could they be? All thought is pure.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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