A cup of tea
The kettle begins to creak
The water not yet boiling
Yet the energy of the heat becomes sound
Suddenly there is steam
Time passes
The water comes to a rolling boil
Steam fills the room
the whole kettle is hot to the touch
The hot water fills the cup
The fragrance of the leaves mixes with the steam
Mingled with the smell of lemon
The liquid darkens to a subtle yellow
Fully relaxed I take in the warmth
And savor the flavor and the smells
Slowly the worries of the day pass
There is nothing but the sweet flowery liquid
Though the cold wind blows outside
There is only warmth here
Though the day was harsh
Here, there is only sweetness
They say one can choose to be content –
Well, sometimes there is no other choice
A cup of tea, books, paper and a pen:
For me, this is the most perfect moment
..and the the most perfect start to life
when breathless under the world steam..
at least that two frase is related to me :)
nice to meet yo here,
tiwi
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My hands are freezing and my nose is like ice. After reading this, it makes me want a cup of something warm all the more! Excellent poem.
Dear Mike:
I very much liked your tea piece. I used a verse or two in a recent post, with you credited of course. Ah, how important is the concentration and focus that the simple leaf affords us. Great stuff.
It’s called ‘Tea n’ Tea’. All the best from Colonel Neville. colonelrobertneville.blogspot.com
I feel very honored . I also feel very humbled — because, for some strange reason I felt (when I wrote this) that relaxation and solitude was a bit frivolous, necessary but neither important (to anyone other than me), nor necessary (to anyone other than myself.) I rarely see anyone else painting a picture of these moments — I thought I would share one of mine — and I thought, people would be as bored with it as I was happy :-).
I am pleased to see that not only was I wrong, but someone quoted me in an essay. I am very honored, and educated. Thank you.