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The empty glass.

The empty glass sat on the table

the table placed on the peeling floor.

And I lay on the ground

looking up

at the empty glass through the transparency.


The empty glass  fell to the floor,

shattering on the peeling linoleum.

And I lay on the ground

,eyes closed,

feeling just like the empty glass– transparency.



That was a poem I wrote and decided to share today for my blog and for the Daily Posts word prompt challenge for today.Empty

-Let me Know your thoughts in the comments below and Thanks for reading and sharing.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”






I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

6 thoughts on “The empty glass.

  1. Makes me think of the question “Are you a “glass half full” or “half empty” person?” My reply is the glass is full. Half of water and half of air. So an “empty” glass in my mind is full! Great poem.


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