The Glass is Half Full
Could you be the one? Whoever you are
Could you relight my fire?
Could you be the one? Whoever you are
To give me back true desire
Are you going to be my “raison d’etre”?
Give me love, honesty, etcetera?
Will you change my life forever?
And change my stupid into clever?
The Glass is Half Empty
The glowing embers of my heart
Have gone out forever
My heart has been broken into too many pieces
To be repaired? No. Never
My life has been a storybook, fate
Even worse; a pantomime
I want to scatter those ashes
Like a sacrificial chant. In time
I want to rid myself of dark thoughts
And the burning inner pain
And watch them get blown away
By the swirling wind
And swept away by torrential rain
© Andrea Coltman
Or is it 'half-fur'?...an exceptional write and a pleasure to read!
Robert
Reindeer
Great topic and cute kitten!
Gina
JC xoxoxo
Love Tinka
recycling. Just the theme...not your poetry.
Your entire piece here...both pieces...are excellent...
and I like the kitty pic, too.
Great write.
I Salute You, Sublime Poet!
Every time I read Your work I feel that You are moving on the right direction to become The Laureate Poet of UK.
My respect and admiration.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Ah, Pragmatism!
“Glass half full,” some say,
“Half empty!” others inveigh.
Depends what it is, I think,
Before I’d gurgle a big drink!
Well done Andrea - Magnus Rater