I saw the glass rise. A scene you rewind,
Pause.
A moment stretched itself to a light year.
Hanging in space, It was stubborn.
Try as I might
I didn’t see it fall, to pieces.
A hymen once broken could never hold.
Water- wouldn’t pass on,
Blood - a life’s worth of dignity….
A chalice holds,
But this was empty.
45 degrees, transparent.
Stem?
Long lily stalk.
They told me things do not hang in mid-air
Gravity pulls life towards its womb,
And a full moon
Snatches waves into its arms.
They said they could cure me.
But I think
It is frozen.
Monday, September 10, 2007
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Very touching poem, good write once again. You happen to have a typical writing style and I like it, might give it a shot myself...lovely work
Chalice reminds me of Vinci Code :D
Thats a rather flattering thing to say. I dont think I have written enough to have acquired the maturity to develop a style. What you are probably trying to say is that most of my poems seem fragmented, kinda modernist altought that is a huge term to use.
D Vinci code told us that the chalice actually refers to Mary's womb.
I also came across this sentence
"The womb is entombed". It has haunted me since then and the womb idea is fascinating. Doubly so since I happen to be a young woman myself
You are Pure Genius..
Totally
chandrabhan!!
thats an extremely flattering compliment...and coming from you of all people!!
thanks and love you :D
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No, there is something as a style in them. I did try as I said, but result wasn't as good as expected. I know your fascination for womb, I noticed that in your writes and it is fascinating, it is the origin of life afterall.
P.S. Chk latest attempt courtesy your writing style :D
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