Purity of The World

[Caleb Murdock]

Purity of The World

There is a certain purity to balance.
We balance love and fear,
black and white,
passivity and aggression.
With all the contradictions surrounding us
we can somehow bring about a coalition
of beauty, life, hate , war, art, 
and humanity.

Colorful but terrifying.
We're taught to fear predators,
lurking in every corner,
waiting to harm us.
But through the grayness of the clouds,
the stillness of the wind,
nature tells us to love her.
To Fear her.
And we obey.

Glass shatters and turns to crystal sand.
Or plates we use to make art.
That is our balance.
A balance found in all things...
natural,
all things human,
Because human creations
Are made from nature after all.
How pure...

I feel like I understand this poem.  I see it, however, as more of a statement than art, and the artistic aspects of poetry are what make it poetry.  There is repetition in the poem -- specifically, lists ("love and fear, black and white, passivity and aggression"; "beauty, life, hate, war, art, and humanity").  Lists just don't belong in poetry.

I don't think you are making it clear what the "balance" is in the third strophe.

Ultimately, I feel that the poem doesn't say much.  The message of the poem is positive and inspirational but fairly ordinary.  The ending isn't strong.

From your picture, I am guessing you are young.  Your penchant for speaking plainly is a positive thing, and I think you'll grow into a good poet with practice.  (If this sounds condescending, it's because I'm old, and age has its privileges.)