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Dirty Drinking Cup
by Trisha De GraciaI see the dirty
empty cup.
Sitting there
a cylindric vessel
born only to be used
broken
and thrown away.
I drop the cup on the concrete.
Think of the fractured stonewear.
The glazed porcelain
now, as always
dreaming of purpose
and while it decsends
it holds its prostitute image
sofillmejustfillmepleasefillme
deep in its gritty
and unfeeling flesh.
And it shatters.
Some life to live,
that cup,
waiting only for end
or for purpose.
02/22/2004 Posted on 02/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 02/23/04 at 05:29 AM I don't think I like this one. It seems so random that it almost isn't poetry? Unless it has some profound meaning I've missed... |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 03/12/04 at 10:03 AM I understand this as a metaphor. The dirty drinking cups one purpose is to be filled and emptied but when emptied it's existence is meaningless. This can be applied to humans in alot of different ways depending on what they need to be filled with. Drugs, Sex, Love, Friendship? Maybe we're all just looking to be refilled. The part where it shatters and breaks on the ground is very sad, because it means that the cup can no longer fulfill it's purpose. It's just left broken on the ground. It's a sad poem, but it evoked alot of thought so I think it's wondeful. :) |
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