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 7 Years Ago


Beautiful write :))

Posted 7 Years Ago


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

Posted 7 Years Ago


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

Posted 7 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 7 Years Ago


Elissa said it all...
so wonderfully written

Posted 7 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 7 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 7 Years Ago


Beautifully written piece. Nicely done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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

Posted 7 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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