early afternoon memoirs
I made pekoe for two
in my red porcelain teapot
but it was just me and my thoughts
retiring to the sunroom
bird songs in the background
streams of consciousness meandering
inside sublime daydreams
mixing fantasy with memories
and all that was meant to be
february two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I especially adore the first four lines. (I have an affinity for teapots. Grandma had a whole collection.)
I love the image of you having a tea party with your thoughts.
thanks so much for Shawna!
i love your imagery here
Thank you very much, Beth.
Can just see that red teapot, thank you
My pleasure – thank you so much for visiting and commenting on this piece.
What is left when the tea leaves…
Good question – I guess that depends upon what else is available in the house.
instead of tea and crumpets – perhaps, covfefe and trumpets 😏
I loved this one particularly, so short and sweet and warm!
Thank you so very much, Elizabeth.