Half the Cup

A take on the old saying of outlook and perspective.

Thirst quenched, drink again

what is filled to brim.

Without need, sips taken.

That cup half full

overflowing with certainty.

Never knowing life's want

all remains untasted.

Reach halfway, beyond that

until a space is met.

Thoughts arise, expanding

understanding what is empty.

Author's Note

all comment is welcome

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I am a big believer that we have no idea what "half full" and "half empty" mean, since such definitions are relative to the size of the cup, which is often unknown or variable. Your poem feels like I'm getting tangled up and this serves to unwrap us (I guess) from whatever unfounded relativities we might be clinging to! *wink! wink!* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[LE Berry]

thanks for your comment barleygirl...that cup is a place of meetings ourselves...

[barleygirl]

Good point about the cup . . .

[Robert Trakofler]

hey hey I'm a half full kind of guy but i'm always a little sad when i realize its coming to an end mourning its loss before it is gone but wont ever be able to resist its final sip......gulp:)

[LE Berry]

A cups perspective...happy full person with only a twinge of sad in the last sip. So glad for it Bad Bunny...