Mike Gentile Poet Free verse

The Glass

As I gripped the glass in my hand,
I studied its form
The diminutive stem of depression era green
                    was pale and nearly transparent

It supported the fragile, colorless goblet,
also very small and featuring
               a decorative etch just below the rim
Perfect for sipping a classic Martini

And with each sip, I pondered
whose lives had it touched, 
                where and when could it have been

A flea market find, 
                     I knew only its approximate age

I imagined the possibilities

And as I nursed my inebriant friend,
I realized that the glass
                              was half empty or half full 
and I wondered if anyone else had held it
                                       during difficult times
 determining how to
                   process the world in which we live

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Kim Rodrigues April 9, 2020 at 9:02 PM Things we ponder when our feet stand too still! Enjoyed! Mike Gentile April 10, 2020 at 1:45 PM Thanks Kim xxoo

Darlene De Beaulieu April 7, 2020 at 12:41 PM Hello Mike Gentile I sometimes wondered if the glass is half full or empty. Tome sometimes it is full and sometimes it is half empty. Mike i hope you are keeping well. Be safe my friend. Enjoy your day. Darlene De Beaulieu April 7, 2020 at 6:36 PM Hello Mike Gentile, I wish you the best at the time lie this. Stay safe. Enjpy your evening my friend. Mike Gentile April 7, 2020 at 2:42 PM Thank you Darlene , Stay safe and happy Tuesday xxoo

Edward Ibeh April 3, 2020 at 12:04 PM Awesome poem, Mike:-) Welcome back! Mike Gentile April 3, 2020 at 1:38 PM Thank you so much Edward, Stay safe !!

Jan Allison April 1, 2020 at 5:20 PM Thought provoking piece Mike, and I love the imagery and how you were inspired to write this by your flea market find. I rarely drink and am glad of that at this time when isolation and uncertainty in the world could cause one to drown their sorrows, take care Mike:-) hugs Jan xx Mike Gentile April 1, 2020 at 8:39 PM Thanks Jan and stay safe xxoo

Silent One March 31, 2020 at 1:56 PM A philosophical pondering... Alcohol can do that... Deep thoughts my friend.. Mike Gentile March 31, 2020 at 2:59 PM It surely can Silent One, Thanks !!

Heidi Sands March 29, 2020 at 2:38 PM Wow, great image and thoughts. Nice detail. Well done Mike. Stay well. :) Mike Gentile March 29, 2020 at 3:47 PM Thanks so much Heidi xxoo

Gershon Wolf March 29, 2020 at 2:36 PM A profound, beautiful 'bottomless glass' of a poem, Mike! Here's to you and your talented pen. A happy and healthy Sunday. ~ Gershon Mike Gentile March 29, 2020 at 3:48 PM Thanks GW!!

Anne-Lise Andresen March 29, 2020 at 2:08 PM - A beautiful glass ... old ... with a story no one knows today ... I love antique glasses ... but, hard to get ... and very expensive ... my, sister is a collector of old glass ... they are gorgeous :) - A great poem, Mike :) - Take care :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Mike Gentile March 29, 2020 at 3:50 PM Thanks Anne-Lise and stay healthy xxoo