FK (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

A Cup Runs Over

The well has not gone dry,
less frequented maybe
by both the drawers and
the occasional passersby.

The stones are loose;
between them, mortar dissolves-
by clement or contrary
weather on seasonal cue.

The vessel is parched
and longs for its lover
by pulley once lowered
its rope frayed with disuse.

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Comments (4)

simply splendid..enjoyed reading your poem.kip inspiring us..
Superb write and the theme is excellent here.Well done Sir.
I like the way this poem kind of leaves you to think about the different meanings it could have.
Very nice. Wanting attention like it use to be. Good thought.