I tip the crystal goblet of my soul
And pour out the water of mercy
But it cuts like exploding shrapnel
The parched face of the thirsty.
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A surreal poem of exhilarating images. Lines three and four are quite outstanding, Rod and the whole first rate. It's going into my favourites' list.
Dear Tom: this is what it's all about, knowing that at least one reader will be inspired by one's poems. Makes it all worth the hassle! Thanks for dropping by and feel free to come back anytime... Rod
WHIP UP OR whip out? either way, not very nice. naughty, naughty! very fanciful. a dream? it seems to go from 1 - something YOU do causing harm..TO 2 - things you offer backfiring on you, .. TO 3 - a magical force being playful with worms. bri ' (: p.s. those sharp teeth don't seem grapeful.
, you're right again: it's definitely whip out. My, what big eyes you have there!