Pages

Saturday September 10th, 2011

The exercise:

A four line poem about: tea.

Good market this morning. Tired now. Night night. 

Mine:

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

3 comments:

  1. 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?

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

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

    Love the poem :D

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

    ReplyDelete

Share your Daily Writing: