Saturday September 10th, 2011

The exercise:

A four line poem about: tea.

Good market this morning. Tired now. Night night. 


His wrinkled hands are steady
As the misty mountain
Where the tea that he now pours
Once reached for the heavens


Greg said...

You must be tired, that's a very short post! I really like the poem, it's a little like the extension of a haiku. The last line keeps puzzling me though, I thought tea grew on bushes rather than trees?

No matter what your crisis,
Or how dreadful life may be,
Your British friend will solve it all
With a scalding cup of tea.

Marc said...

Greg - well, who says bushes can't reach for the heavens too? They just have smaller arms than trees :P

Love the poem :D

Anonymous said...

Nothing heals better
Than a steaming cup of tea.
But not even tea,
Can mend a broken heart.