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The Tea of Poetry

teapot.pngAlthough I did a lot of writing while on my recent sabbatical in Massachusetts, I only wrote one poem, and it was one I had started beforehand on my front porch at home. I’ll be reading it under the Poetree at the Floyd Fest World Music Festival today, which is conveniently held right up the road from me. Poetry can be a good way to sing for your supper or to earn a ticket to a great event.
The Tea of Poetry
If my pen was a spout
from which poetry poured
I’d steep my words black
I’d let them collect
a potency of meaning
in the belly of a cobalt blue pot
I’d drop in a spoon
a slight shiny curve
with a looking glass handle
to cool down the burn
I might float a petal
like a pink boat at sea
but no other sweetness
would I add
And if my ink brewed writing
could permeate the air
rising like the moon
and tipping when it’s full
I’d fill an empty cup
with a waterfall of moving verse
and every fluent word would reflect
the story of its source
Photo note: Vase and tea pot set by Josh Copus, my Asheville potter son who loves the Red Sox.

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