Penelope’s Poems

April 6, 2009

The Crystal Glass

Filed under: poetry — penelopephoebe @ 8:12 am

The Crystal Glass


A drop of water sees a glass


Whose brittle form is fashioned fine


And so it yearns to sit within,


Tantalisingly at the brim,


For all the world like sweetest wine



It spurns the stagnant, country pond;


Ignores the mildew on the wall;


The little drop knows it won’t rest


Until it only has the best


Receptacle in which to fall



  1. How pure one droplet can be…great read here!

    Comment by sillyfrogsusan — October 12, 2010 @ 4:53 pm | Reply

    • Thanks Susan:>)

      Comment by penelopephoebe — October 12, 2010 @ 4:59 pm | Reply

  2. love your sharp eyes and detective mindset…
    stunning image of the crystal glass…
    very fine tuned work…
    Thanks for sharing!

    Comment by Jingle — October 12, 2010 @ 5:02 pm | Reply

    • Thanks for saying I have a detective mindset. You have made me smile.

      Comment by penelopephoebe — October 12, 2010 @ 5:04 pm | Reply

  3. That was darn-tootin’ cute, Penelope!
    Good grief! You made me feel sorry
    for a one measly drop of water.

    Cheerz! And, nice to meet you!
    Peace and winks, Uncle Tree

    Comment by Uncle Tree — October 13, 2010 @ 12:11 am | Reply

    • Thank you kindly, Uncle Tree.

      Comment by penelopephoebe — October 13, 2010 @ 7:37 am | Reply

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