The glass, a glass
the glass, a glass.
the water inside absent of taste.
it's neither half full or half empty,
somewhere in between.
the ice cube, an ice cube.
hard and cold, it makes the water such too.
though after a while the ice cube will disappear,
the difference between it and water unnoticeable.
the glass, still a glass
no matter how full.
the cube is no more,
but the water is too.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.