Lady Grey
Steam rises, bottomless
brown silence in a round white rim.
Tea is a foreign comfort I usually resist
but it stirs reasons for your return,
holds warmth like a memory.
I watch the moon. The calendar
turns as defiantly as leaves in August
hang on to what might yet be
supple enough for new growth.
There's no turning back. I hold still-
tack scattered pieces on scraps
of watercolor paper, trap minutes
within little words
and set them in tidy rows.
I listen for the sound of footsteps
coming closer, breathe in
steam rising from my cup.
.
Last Grey
We love our tea on this side of the pond.
Really like that second stanza. It seems to suit the damp mid august atmosphere we have here at the moment. A portent of Autumn to come.
Kev
Really like that second stanza. It seems to suit the damp mid august atmosphere we have here at the moment. A portent of Autumn to come.
Kev
I am not a number ... I am a FREE man!
all the bestSuzanne wrote:Steam rises, bottomless
brown silence in a round white rim..........................like the synesthesia of 'brown silence'
Tea is a foreign comfort I usually resist
but it stirs reasons for your return,
holds warmth like a memory.......................................phrasing a bit familiar
I watch the moon. The calendar
turns as defiantly as leaves in August hang
on to what might yet be supple
enough for new growth.
There's no turning back. Meaning dissipates
without you. I hold still-
tack scattered pieces on scraps
of watercolor paper, trap minutes................................would 'moments' have more resonance? not sure, but like notion of trap/words
within little words and set them tidy
in a row............................................................................don't usually say this, but an adjective before 'tidy' would add some nuance
I listen for the sound of footsteps........................................listen/sound one implies the other
coming closer, breathe in
the steam rising from my cup. Exhale.
.
mac
Lost for a constructive crit, I really enjoyed this, the language used, the imagery, meaning and emotion, so just a tiny niggle - Every morning since Sunday... I watch the moon? I did picture drinking tea in the daylight and the moon's only visible in the morning for part of the year. I know, I know, scraping the bottom of the barrel here really, so ignore me. Well done!
to be totally honest... whenever you feel you really shouldn't write that, that's exactly what you should write.
The images of "Steam", "silence" evoke fragility, "round" on the other hand seems tad heavy.
wouldn't rim suggest circular ? (I agree not as a rule but more often than not)
I liked the second stanza especially the long sentence across lines.
Meaning dissipates without you -> isn't "without you" implicit in the given situation ?
wouldn't rim suggest circular ? (I agree not as a rule but more often than not)
I liked the second stanza especially the long sentence across lines.
Meaning dissipates without you -> isn't "without you" implicit in the given situation ?
I loved the imagery with one qualification which I might mention at the end.
Once I got the gist of the poem and dispelled an unfortunate image from my mind, the morning routine of likely futile hope and expectation was great with beautiful imagery
Please forgive my foul imagination which was of Leopold Bloom with his morning routine. The first two lines; an unflushable.
Once I got the gist of the poem and dispelled an unfortunate image from my mind, the morning routine of likely futile hope and expectation was great with beautiful imagery
Please forgive my foul imagination which was of Leopold Bloom with his morning routine. The first two lines; an unflushable.