tea for one

she reads the leaves
surviving in her cup
before washing them away –
finding solace
in ancient rituals

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. slpmartin
    Jan 31, 2013 @ 03:23:10

    Indeed…some rituals should not be forgotten.


  2. Eric
    Jan 31, 2013 @ 19:12:42

    🙂 Liked this one, Mims. Nothing quite like a cup of tea in the winter. The addition of alone, rituals, future pondered. Just wonderful. Wait. I’m going to make a cup of hot tea and drink it with you… 😀 Eric


  3. Ray Sharp
    Jan 31, 2013 @ 20:25:09

    You unspool your words
    sparingly like kite string
    on a gusty day.

    Your vowels are clipped
    twixt tooth and lip,
    something to chew on.

    Your poems are like tea
    brewed strong and fragrant,
    served in china cups,

    Souvenirs of love set
    on saucers with spent leaves
    too faded to read.



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