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"Tea-time, Worthless in Repeating"
by Cristy M.We add and subtract our fancies
counting tiny teaspoons and sugarcubes
on our table
staring, wordless into a fleeting backdrop
of our abandonless twenties,
cupping our hands and dropping on them
our rotten, wrinkling faces
wasting this precious season
in battling armaments of lessthantrivial conversation
In all of this idleness, is supposed
the greatness of our relationships
that's, at this point, more than thrice-removed
and my lips are chapped
from all the boredom of it.
Must I leave the parlor
for all of this to stop? 01/24/2009 Posted on 01/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Cristy M.
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/25/09 at 02:10 AM "and my lips are chapped
from all the boredom of it."--Careful they don't crack. Heh. My favorite image in this thing. Great work. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/29/09 at 04:22 PM wow girl, I love this, the candor, the imagery, the implications...this piece reaches out and cups our thoughts, knowingly...so many lines to love, truly, but a fav part for me is: "staring, wordless into a fleeting backdrop/ of our abandonless twenties,/ cupping our hands and dropping on them/ our rotten, wrinkling faces"...so much captured here, so much said and not...well done, my pleasure to read and read again...peace, jewels |
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