Our Words Are a Chalice

Our Words Are a Chalice

A Poem by Aella.lives

Thorny barbed words that blear my judgment

My self have been given, too.

I find I can hide behind the rain

That beats my skin with ice; halts,

Suns.

 

Condemned roots that travel between the lines

To stroke the words on its edges.

I find I can stain paper with ink and

Make black a chalice, gold; halts,

Syllables.

 

When this child knows no language,

Of austere kisses that have been given life,

I find I can grieve with him, too.

It grates against time; halts,

Tomorrow. 

© 2012 Aella.lives


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Really creative,i liked the title

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful write :))

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautiful use of language. has a feel of another era. Wonderful.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Powerful write, a profound one at that. Deepest desires on display but not returned.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You are amazing! I really liked the way you opened us up for your pattern, with the "halts, ..." etc. I really liked some of the descriptions in this poem, and I think my favorite would be "that beats my skin with ice; halts, Suns". Wow! Im very impressed

Posted 12 Years Ago


Elissa said it all...
so wonderfully written

Posted 12 Years Ago


And this is the art of your soul, so wonderfully said. This style is just rare and poetically raised my interest! Well written, well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very sophisticated style of writing. Your word choice was excellent. I enjoyed the one- word lines at the end of each stanza.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautifully written piece. Nicely done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautifully written. You have a talent at swirling words into beautiful pieces of art =)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on March 27, 2012
Last Updated on August 8, 2012
Tags: stop, halt, tomorrow, words, poetry, poem

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Aella.lives
Aella.lives

Bitter Isles, GA



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I write poetry and occasionally short stories as a hobby... I am so completely lost in what I want to do with my life.. But I enjoy what little bit of life I do have... I have a cat named Elvis and .. more..

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