The cup
The sprinklers go round
and round and round.
You smell the water
as it streams over the lawn
over the flowers,
over your afternoon languor,
over you.
How damp you are!
How tangled your hair!
You undress yourself,
and find that you are thirsty.
Someone fills a cup
sitting empty on the shelf.
Someone fills a cup
with salt and lemons,
setting your mind aflame
with poetry, not prose.
Someone fills a cup,
and you drink deep
and deeper.
Someone fills a cup,
and the cup
is
you.
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #130
More Poetry Pantry #372 at Poets United
More Sunday’s Whirligig #130
More Poetry Pantry #372 at Poets United
Posted on September 24, 2017, in poetry, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged aflame, damp, languor, lemons, mind, prose, salt, smell, sprinklers, streams, tangled, undress. Bookmark the permalink. 21 Comments.
Oh those last two lines are terrific!! Loved it!
is
you
Those two lines? 🙂
Someone fills a cup,
and you drink deep
and deeper.
Someone fills a cup,
and the cup
is
you….. those two lines 🙂 🙂
Gardens and poetry fill my cup, always with a dash of birds.
There you go again MMT. Presenting us with something to make us think. This was amazing.
Such stellar last lines! ❤️
Nice use of the cup as metaphor.
The objective stance works well painting such a personal picture. A confident write…
The cup as a metaphor is so great, it came as a real surprise which I liked.
I love this poem! The preciousness of water….and then the surprise ending where the cup is us. A wonderful twist! I have a friend who always talks about how things fill his little cup right up.
Bless the small moments that fill our “cups”. They make life worthwhile. Beautifully worded.
I had to read the poem a second time after I read the end and then it made perfect sense
I love this! It’s great!
That was refreshing! Lol!
Breathtaking imagery! Seems like stream of consciousness, but it works very, very well.
To be refreshed and filled up with what we delight in…yes filling that cup is bliss!
A cuppa words and images tasty brew. have a good Sunday
much love…
This is a classic and well written love poem. Thank you
Awesome! Sounds good to me.
a cup to quench our inner thirst, drinking form the dipper of life.
All poem sounds as the meditation, mantra. Yes, we are cups receiving manna if we only open.