inverted goblets are mysterious
holding secrets or just a vacuum
awaiting their turn
to be filled up with a golden dawn
lighting up lazy minds
drawing them in conversations
willingly or unwillingly
her sad but beautiful eyes
reflect the emptiness of goblets
as she defies all attempts
to start a conversation
she fiddles with the stem
but makes no effort to
overturn the glass
lest secrets spill
into not-so-discreet interactions
someday she just might
gather courage
to tend the bar
-distribute happiness
which was never hers
and open up pathways
to experience
the unknown
Poetics at dVerse hosted by the ever gracious Merril
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so beautifully written reena! I loved this poem!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Carol!
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“distribute happiness
which was never hers”
So profound with so simple words.
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Thank you so much, Maria! Glad it resonates with you.
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A wonderful way to use the words you chose … I see myself holding a wine glass, fiddling with the stem … making eyes at the guy across the bar. I know that wasn’t your intent, so forgive please.
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Carry on! Everybody embarks on a different flow of thoughts 🥂
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You conjure a bar as a stage for interactions – I shall never view them the same again…
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To each his own 😊
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A beautifully crafted extended metaphor. I hope she will find the courage to fill her goblet.
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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Social anxiety feels a lot like this. An inverted goblet. Wonderful poem, ma’am ❤️
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Thanks so much!
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Empty goblets are really sad I think
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They await their turn to join the party.
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Beautifully done Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure
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itgood and safe thanks send me more
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