This is My Cup

In my collection is an infinitely empty cup

Also in my possession is a finite pool of water

In no way can the cup be used to my advantage

And the water I repeatedly take for granted

A whisper in the wind took hold of my ear

Guiding me to seek those who wander

To take this water and push it forth

To those who don't have yet don't bother

In return a need of mine was filled

A new cup to retrieve the water spilled
Though it may not be full just yet

My infinitely empty cup may be laid to rest

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Entrancing first stanza! It does not cease to speak and spout. Subtle rhyming feel in the second. An offering both humble and compassionate - the water to whom the whispering wind had guided. And the third an echo of the first but further along the road of thought and feel. A counterpoint to a familiar line "my cup runneth over." A delicious poem to experience.

[Broken Soul]

So glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for such a thoughtful review.

[Chris Shaw]

I thought here of those who don't have clean water and there are many and yet it is something we take for granted. I found compassion in this poem in the thinking of the welfare of others. That is pleasing.

Chris