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EMPTY CUP
Oh! Empty cup!
On a saucer you sit,
Alone
In a cruel, cruel world,
That has made you
Have this feeling of rejection,
And made to feel all dirty
Stained and gutted too!
Oh! Empty cup!
Not that long ago
'twas when sweet lips
Savoured the pleasure
Of the offering you gave,
Because you satisfied,
You warmed,
You imparted;
Pure pleasure to the receiver.
Oh! Empty cup!
You gave all of yourself,
You were drained,
You’re all empty now,
You’re all alone
You feel so unwanted
And totally rejected too!
Oh! Empty cup!
In a rack with friends
Till next time
To supply a need
Of someone passing so
Who will use you?
Who will abuse you?
Then cast you aside
Again and again and again…
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Comments
Obadiah Grey
Thu, 2020-04-23 10:36
Thats it !!!
Thats it !!!
I will never again mistreat a cup !!
you have converted this mug.
Lovely playful piece, Francis. muchly enjoyable.
Obi.
Obadiah Grey
Thu, 2020-04-23 11:55
Mark makes an astute comment,
Mark makes an astute comment,
in that writing outside of what "you" are feeling, what "you" think,
in fact anything about "YOU".
Is a quantum leap in the nuances of poetry. methinks.
Obi.
Lavender
Fri, 2020-04-24 19:19
Lovely!
Hello, Francis,
I am brand new here and came upon your lovely poem. In years past, I have had favorite cups / mugs that I've chosen over all the others in the cupboard. Soon, another "favorite" would enter my life, leaving the last cup seemingly alone, but not forgotten. Your poem is wonderful.
Thank you.
Lavender
Gracy
Fri, 2020-04-24 20:48
Hello Francis, I'm also quite
Hello Francis, I'm also quite new here. A great assortment of poets from all over the world.
Original idea to write about a cup and mugs, etc. Do bring on more! Enjoyed.
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