The glass

The glass was vacant

empty crystal clear

purely transparent

not a single smear

untill it was filled

with the essence of fear

or something less dramatic

some gin and beer

up untill it's held

by a lonesome hand

or simply lifted up 

for a toast and a cheer

It even could be shattered

be made into a mosaic

or take part of an act less poetic

being thrown in a bin quite near

and somehow

sometime..somewhere

another glass is empty

waiting to be smeared

filled

or even shattered..

Reviews

[Leigh]

I like very much the way you have managed to keep this unpredictable all the way through. A great story told.

[dadist poetic]

thanks :)