Empty

Just a short poem about an empty cup.

Empty

A cup; sitting in a puddle of it's lost liquid.

Aging on an open table

Covered in cracks from winters past.

So when filled

The liquid leaves

The cup

Empty

Author's Note

First poem of the year all critisizms are welcome. The cup is a metaphor for oneself, as I have been feel like I cannot hold emotions lately. I don't feel anything, for short moments maybe but then it quickly leaves.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

So very nicely written. I enjoyed this

[LapseOfMind]

Nicely done. I struggle with the empty feeling often. It's hard when you can't even feel a negative emotion, let alone a positive one. Good job

[V. P. Trujillo]

I believe this is what occurs during winter, or as it is passing. A halt to life, as spring nears and with it comes the hustle & bustle of all things. x)

Wheel of The Year, it is an interesting concept, one which holds reality woven as it's string.

[WizardsAffliction]

I think that the second line needs to be rewritten to describe said emptiness.

Aside from that, I like how it wraps up.

Well done.

Hope this helps! Happy trails!

[Imara]

Thank you, you were right that second line didn't add much to the meaning. I've changed it. Thanks for the advice and Happy Trails to you as well :)

[WizardsAffliction]

You're most welcome. Anytime.

[Sarah Lynn]

Great poem, a very good metaphor like you said for a person. Very well done!

[Night]

I enjoyed this greatly. You wove a beautiful poem, short, but to the point!

[Imara]

Aw thank you :)

[Night]

You are welcome!

[Bradley]

I'm glad to see you're back! I like a simple poem like this. Building on a single metaphor helps send a clear message. Unlike a glass, though, your cracks can (and will) heal.

[Imara]

Thank you, I'm glad to be back. I have a lot of homework but I really missed reading and reviewing everyone's work. Thank you also for your kind words of support, I'm sure that I will get back to normal human condition soon enough. :)