The Morning Oracle
Do you see what I see?
The Tea of Poetry
If my pen was the 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 verse
where every fluent word reflects
the story of its source
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Colleen Redman dVerse Poet’s Pub
January 8th, 2013 1:20 pm
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January 8th, 2013 1:27 pm
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January 8th, 2013 5:00 pm
i would make mine black coffee….smiles…def like the steeping of it….and the floating of the petal in it as well…that is a beautiful touch…made me smile…
January 8th, 2013 5:59 pm
I love this, Colleen!
January 8th, 2013 6:15 pm
Goes down nicely!
January 8th, 2013 9:57 pm
The poem is awesome. And that cup of tea had some weird alien thing at the end of the video….what was it??
January 8th, 2013 10:54 pm
The reflection of a tree! There was also a reflection of some wind chimes.
January 9th, 2013 4:07 am
There’s a nice sort of reverse Zen about this. It reads out loud really well too.
January 9th, 2013 8:25 am
Oh, it is the wind chimes! I saw the tree crystal clear!