A Glass
Half Full
It’s an easy
alteration,
flipping
an hourglass
midstream
before time
runs out
and we wake
from our dream.
As if time
were made
of sand
or wine
or stout.
The trick
is to exist
between less
and plenty;
because
a glass
half full is
a glass
half empty.
How easy
it is to be
fulfilled,
yet drained,
while the life
in our lives
need still
be maintained
no matter
what we lack
or what
may come,
as long as
there’s nothing
new under
the sun.
The trick
is to exist
between less
and plenty;
a glass
half full
is a glass
half empty.
It’s a delicate
balance,
this patience
to persevere,
with just
the right talents
we may
overturn
our fears.
The trick
is to exist
between less
and plenty;
a glass
half full
is a glass
half empty.
Do we dig
in our heels
or put on
the breaks?
Life goes
by fast, so
there’s no
time to waste!
Do we have
faith in a wind
that blows
us North
and
not South
like a will
borne of
wanting
what we’ve
always done
without?
The trick
is to exist
between less
and plenty;
a glass
half full
is a glass
half empty.
This feeling
that nothing
will be given
without
endeavoring
to make
it so
with no need
for finagling.
To trust
in a God
like the money
says,
allow fate
to arrive without
undo distress.
If the trick
is to exist
between plenty
and less;
a glass
half empty
is a glass
at it's best.
11/22/21
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1 comment:
Peter! Your new poem is beautiful! The coexistence of abundance and famine, whether it is an actual or a figurative reality, can ultimately strengthen and awaken the soul and the spirit, leading to an elevated life force, with the provision that hope prevails.Therefore, any positive or negative conclusions drawn by others relating to an individual’s life force, are in fact, not necessarily accurate for that particular individual. The determining factor of such, always points to the more personal and subjective perceptions of self. Therefore, with hope in the forefront, the individual stands a fighting chance against all perceived odds, since the glass is always half full. Conversely, if hope no longer exists, for whatever reason, the individual becomes, shallow, hollow and empty, like the glass, even though the Universe has bestowed upon each individual the
power to identify the glass as full, half full, or, empty. This power, a gift from the Universe, is imbedded within each
individual, equally. The power is there. Peter, another profound and thought provoking piece of Art. I love this poem. Bravo and keep naturally expanding and sharing your gifts as you are!👏✍️
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