Empty Canvas

 

No better time than now

for anything

to come my way

through the haze of the day

that hangs low

presses down,

reminding me I’m still alive

and awake

and aware of what

I still don’t know.

 

A return envelope

in a letter never sent,

no postage necessary

if mailed on this planet

but words

are always welcome.

 

Each day

is a step closer

to a cup half-full

but I keep raising the glass

to my parched lips

searching for a drop

of anything,

seeking solace

with my tongue,

but the cup remains

merely an oasis

of despondent cries.

 

Patience is not a virtue,

simply a justification

of fear

that I may have lost it all,

like a call that remains

unattended to.

Reviews

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

excellent verses...awsome poem..loved it...

[Brianna Brie]

Each day
is a step closer
to a cup half-full
but I keep raising the glass
to my parched lips
searching for a drop
of anything,
seeking solace
with my tongue,
but the cup remains
merely an oasis
of despondent cries.

Love this verse. It is simply awesome. You have such a way of describing the usual in an unusual way. KUDOS.

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

Patience is not a virtue,
simply a justification
of fear


DUUUUDE. props for that one.

an oasis in your cup?
definately good poem worthy.

i like it.

[pal]

"Patience is not a virtue,
simply a justification
of fear
that I may have lost it all,"

Many times a true one, a getaway

[Noename]

I truely love how you used the full cup saying. As well as the rest of the poem is well written as well.
Patients truely is the key, but its so hard to keep on waiting.