Loving Cup

I stooped so low to pick it up

this chipped and fissure covered cup

stained and drained from a lifetime of use

its existence rendered coldly obtuse

I run my finger across the rim

and grip the handle worn thin

I think of all the thirst it quenched

between the teeth so tightly clenched

 

 

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

12 thoughts on “Loving Cup”

  1. Wow, fantastic. So glad I checked you out from Evelyn’s blog. You evoke a lot of strong images in this poem, I like the style, the diction, everything. Look forward to reading more! πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you scribbla πŸ™‚ I noticed that the rhythm on one of the lines is off but I dithered for a few minutes before deciding to leave it that way, imperfect like the cup.

    1. Thanks E. πŸ™‚ Yes and I’ve learned not to stoop lower than my ability to regain a standing position. I must confess, it’s been dicey one or two times!

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