Teapoet

Steam rises like breath
from a talkative kettle
Water pours like conversation
into a quiet cup
Note: The photo is called “Self portrait in tea” and was taken at my sister Sherry’s house in Massachusetts this past summer.

Steam rises like breath
from a talkative kettle
Water pours like conversation
into a quiet cup
Note: The photo is called “Self portrait in tea” and was taken at my sister Sherry’s house in Massachusetts this past summer.
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January 25th, 2008 9:34 am
ah having a cup of camomille
January 25th, 2008 9:41 am
The tea in this poem in my mind is black, first one of the day.
January 25th, 2008 9:46 am
I really like that picture.
I liked your TT also……..I just have been so busy I haven’t had a chance to comment. xo
January 25th, 2008 10:36 am
mmmmmm…. love it!
January 25th, 2008 11:09 am
What a beautiful photo š
January 25th, 2008 1:52 pm
š
January 25th, 2008 2:02 pm
A very interesting photo!
January 25th, 2008 2:58 pm
a cuppa tea sounds good on this cold day, thanks for the inspiration! great poem – simple and to the point
Have a great weekend!
January 25th, 2008 4:08 pm
I love that coffee is the conversation poured into a quiet cup. Brilliant. š
~S
January 25th, 2008 4:35 pm
Talkative kettle and quiet cup? I was in the process of steeping a cuppa tea as I arrived here at your blog to read about … tea! Dear Teapoet, let’s share a cup of tea and a few hours of conversation. Shall we set a date? Maybe we can coordinate a get-together by having June show up in Chattanooga to meet her other friend (see today’s Spatter post) and you-n-Joe coming south in your camper. Chattanooga’s in the middle, so it’s a date … just let me know when and I’ll find us a where. The why is obvious, among wordsmiths.
January 25th, 2008 5:21 pm
Neat! Perfect in fact! And the comfort of gas too!
January 25th, 2008 5:44 pm
Oh, I like that poem…and I love the photo. Actually, a cup of hot tea sounds wonderful right now…
January 25th, 2008 8:30 pm
I like the self portrait in tea idea.
January 25th, 2008 9:41 pm
Bonnie, maybe since June and I both can be found in Floyd in the warmer weather you should come here for a visit and to read at the Spoken Word night. I would like to see Chattanooga at some point but a Florida get away is hopefully next on the list, and then Boston in the summer for a big class reunion.
January 25th, 2008 9:44 pm
Ah those talkative kettles do rattle on.
January 25th, 2008 10:41 pm
I’m a little teapot
short and stout š
January 25th, 2008 11:42 pm
Here is my handle. Here is my spout. When I get steamed up, hear me shout. Tip me over and pour me out!
January 26th, 2008 11:31 am
What a lovely poem to run across so early in the morning. I love this. I’m off now to make a cup of tea.
January 27th, 2008 1:55 pm
I love your poem and the photo is wonderful!
Love your blog too!
Thank you!
Margie:)
P.S And, I love tea…am just going to make a cup!