Words

[Lykren]

Pretty broken stars like bones
rain from your sanguine lips,
infused with blood or vigor, red
like fire that assumes a shape
in the mouth of the hearth.
Words whispered, half understood,
leap like sins into light, repeating
the fallen sound, the idle bell
of morning.

[Delta40]

IMO the idle bell of morning should stand on its own as a final line. What a wonderful image is:

like fire that assumes a shape
in the mouth of the hearth.

I loved this tasty morsel. Inspirational to say the least Lykren.

[Pete Ak]

I agree with Delta's opinion on the ending and imagery. My favourite image owever is of sins leaping into light, very evocative. I must admit tho to a very creased brow trying to get my head around "Pretty broken stars like bones" I like how the words feel even tho they confuse me but that's part of the charm of the poem.

[Bar22do]

Something alike to Creation itself... "fire assuming shape" is inspired! a wonderful poem, Lykren!

[Lykren]

Thank you guys for your wonderful compliments! I hope to get more up when I write more.