Glass

 

Glass Bottles

 

Wind echoes across the hollow.

It makes an odd humming sound,

long forgotten or misplaced chords,

like someone blowing across

an empty bottle’s top,

the rounded glass surface turned to crystal

by the sun’s harsh rays.

 

I was once just as full,

just as useful.

But not anymore.

We’ve been lost,

our contents evaporated by time

or guzzled by someone uncaring—

maybe by you—

I haven’t decided yet.

 

I look up and see you are home.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Wow! I really like this poem and the way
you use a glass bottle to describe how
we are "used up by life" and others in our
lives. It's a sad poem but so true. I really
like it! It made me feel kinda sad reading it.
It's a emotionally powerful poem.

Tina