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The Cup of Hermes

I called my lack
The absence of interest
I had no strength,
Crawled like an infant
But somehow I knew
While drowning in quicksand,
I couldn't get a view
Thus, I gave my harvest
And shared my few
During those moments of weakness
And feeling blue
But this time I choose
To flood this pool
My Cup of Hermes
You are always full

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In your poem "The Cup of Hermes," you effectively convey a sense of struggle and transformation. The imagery of drowning in quicksand and feeling weak but ultimately choosing to flood the pool with the Cup of Hermes is powerful. However, there are areas where you could enhance the impact of your poem. Consider refining the structure to create a more consistent flow and rhythm. Additionally, you may want to further develop the theme of transformation and strength to provide a deeper emotional resonance for the reader. Keep exploring these ideas to strengthen the overall impact of your poem.

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haven't heard about the cup of Hermes before, so I liked that reference. maybe the narrative is lost on me. is crawled like an infant a reference to 1 cor 13? maybe im grasping at straws here. also I like your rhyme scheme

Lol no.. but I like that reference. An empty "Cup of Hermes" equates to lack of enthusiasm, creativity and strength... hence "crawled like an infant". Thank you for reading. I'm glad you liked it

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am happy to learn about the cup of Hermes.
Always like the kick of hope.
I think you don't need the space here,

Thus, I gave my harvest and shared my few
During those moments of weakness
And feeling blue
Just my opinion
Thank you for sharing.


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