Thursday, April 4, 2013

Tea Time - a poem for Thursday

April 4, 2013

Tea Time

My mind is a kettle,
my heart is a pot,
I sigh during
the stirring,
worrying a lot.

I am bound to suffer,
I am prone to toil,
under stress
and duress,
as I press on and boil. 

The water is vapor,
the liquid is steam,
as I trill
then still,
and spill into a dream.






In honor of today's poem, and this being my 111th blog post here, I drank tea (because Bilbo Baggins also had a 111th birthday, and he liked tea) and then doodled. (It's a thing I do.) And then I messed with the doodle. (Not something I usually do.)





Happy Thursday!

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