Where did I leave the chalice
All golden, gleams of ruby red
It must be somewhere in the palace
Standing at the floor beneath the bed
I look for it and then I wonder
What is it really I'm looking for?
For in all truth I can’t remember
From which book this page I tore
The chalice must be somewhere near
The chalice must be somewhere close
But all I do is stand and fear
That it is still beneath the rose
Oh where did I leave my golden chalice
Is it out there by the sky,
Or is it still there by the window
Watching the strangers walking by?
My golden chalice, where did I leave you?
Or is it me you left?
Or are you here; is it true?
Or has it been a theft?
My golden chalice, unforgotten
Misplaced somewhere around my life
Are you in places so begotten?
I'll never find you in all my strife?
| it's nice, but you might want to make all your lines even. your metaphore is great though||| Posted on 2006-12-03 00:00:00 | by rocker5871 | [ Reply to This ] || I love the metaphore and the all the hidden meaning. I don't really have any suggestions, but I just thought I'd say it's really good and I'm definitely adding it to my favorites.||| Posted on 2006-12-01 00:00:00 | by Venia | [ Reply to This ] || Really quite excellent, dream-like and gorgeously fantastical...I really, really enjoyed it! (suggestion: if you were even up the lines, perhaps 8 or 10 syllables to the line, this poem would be immensely improved and soar --- in my humble opinion!) bravo ... Bravo ... bravo!!! Michael||| Posted on 2006-12-01 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] || Beautiful, sometimes playful but very deep when I go and dig for a hidden meaning - a metaphore. I'm sure there has to be an interpretation of this. Again, you strike me with the uniqueness of ideas and fabulous imagery that forsake the paths of your mind to share a gift with a reader. I can't help it but to be left stunned.||| Posted on 2006-12-01 00:00:00 | by Porcelaine | [ Reply to This ] |