Method:
I observe contently as the kettle boils,
bubbles rise up as though they compete for my attention
or perhaps they converse with one another.
A gentle swish as I place each tea bag into its mug
the swirling of colors as the suavely textured milk acquaintance’s itself with the foundation
to become a unified concoction
and I too feel complete
albeit the feeling cannot last forever
but i savor it nonetheless
Enjoyment:
oh tea,
serenade me with your wordless reassurance
remind me of the comfort’s sealed within you
wisps of it escaping through transparent fog
tea,
what events have you progressed through to be so full of warmth?
i’m so curious
and so i ponder the idea
and simply wonder
when can i provide and experience this warmth without your reliance?
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Author:
LgLL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2022 00:17
- Comment from author about the poem: This was fun to write The words came to me easily (Because I really like tea)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I too enjoy tea but made the proper way in a teapot with tea leaves. I have both Kenyan and Burundi tea in my cupboard and both are superb.
Good words though LgLL.
Andy
I've never tasted those blends before, but they sound absolutely lovely! I shall definitely get to trying them someday.
'or perhaps they converse with one another.'
what a sweet line..
in our chaotically boiling, reality
let us, too
converse, more
with each other, dear Poet
by expressing ourselves
like you do, in this memorable read..
thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading!
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