Half full

A broken glass
half empty becomes filled
with hopeless hope

Splinters always fly
and shards rest in the carpet
shrinking in the spilled words

Falling from the bleeding lips
of those who consume
the jagged phrases in belief

Raising their glass
with red rims dripping
to those they call friend

Reviews

[Alani]

hmm.. I'm trying to understand this one... could you explain what inspired it?
False people? You sitting back and watching the falseness of it all?

[willweb]

Yes, that is basically it. People who use the term friend very loosely and without feelings or meaning. Not sure what inspired it, though I have faced this situation often in the past. I guess this one wasn't so easy to grasp. :) Thank you Alani.

[Alani]

I think I grasped it in the end... :) Had to think deeply though... very well written!

[icelandicblue]

The loss of a friend through betray does make us bleed and wonder. Your imagery is excellent and your metaphor is sublime.

[willweb]

Thank you again Icelandicblue for your nice comments on my poem.

[Madalyn Beck]

Fantastic! This is brilliant and filled with some intense imagery!!

I thoroughly enjoyed this one, Will!! :)

[willweb]

Madalyn, thank you so very much.

[s y e]

Wow Will, you've outdone yourself here my friend. This was fantastic work.

[willweb]

Thank you Noodlehead for your wonderful comments. Your name keeps changing???

[s y e]

Long story, Will.

[lissalovesyou]

Very, very nice.
For example, when you wrote.
"Falling from bleeding lips"
and then
"Raising their glass
With red rims dripping"
I could feel that the red in those glasses may not simply be wine.
Amazing!
lissalovesyou:)

[willweb]

Thank you Lisa so much. I enjoyed receiving your nice comments today.

[Pryde Foltz]

Splinters always fly
and shards rest in the carpet
shrinking in the spilled words

Gossip come from sharp tongues. Excellent work.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Pryde.

[Matching Socks]

I imagine a room full of stuck up super models paying lip service to one another while they back stab with cutting remarks the ppl across the room. I'm probably way off but I liked it. I like your writing style.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Ance.

[Lyn Anderson]

I envision a cocktail party full of pretense. Falseness and betrayal. A read to think on.

[willweb]

Thank you for the comments and for understanding.I am happy this created some thought.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Very profound lines there Will.Words can wound and friends can stab you in the back.This is the truth.You are such a great writer Will ?)

[willweb]

Thank you so much Vidya. You understand and that is so nice. I am glad you liked my poem.

[Vidya Bacchus]

I realize I am fast becoming a fan of your excellent work my friend.You are welcome :)