Crimson Chalice


I can taste the wine

The golden nectar of eternity

The ruby stream of separation

Crimson chalice

Stream of separation.


I can see the sky

The dismal clouds that threaten me

The grey domain of glory

A silver heaven

Domain of glory.


I can smell the flower

The sweet scent of presence

The luscious dream of nature

Shivered shadows

Dream of nature.


I can hear your voice

The affliction of your breath

The indifferent waffle without meaning

 A distant tune

Without meaning.


I can feel your touch

The cold marble of midnight

The early frost of winter

Passing immortality

Frost of winter.


I can sense your spirit

The warm ghost of your whisper

The rushing flow of the river

Soundless surrender

Flow of the river.


Written for Three Word Wednesday

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1 Response to Crimson Chalice

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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