The Gift Of Words Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Some words I swallowed
Like pots of rain
Their beauty quenched the thirst

Some words I swallowed
Like fire and pain
Their bitterness left me cursed

Some words I wrote
In anger and haste
And spat them on the palm

Some words I sought
To heal be chaste
To find the peace be calm

Some words I followed
Like footprints lost
In dying piles of leaves

Some words I followed
Like benevolent host
Once he really receives

Both the gift of words
Right from the lips
That used to sing the poles

And the gift of words
When the mind slips
Into the broken holes

©Miroslava Odalović