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!