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Steeping Tea
by Kevin FehlenThere is solemn serenity steeped
Into the bottom of my cup
The only sound is the ticking of the clock
I have trouble trying to decide
Whether the seconds are laughing
Or telling me it'll be alright.
One would think that the sun,
All lively and aglow
Would be enough of a taunting hold.
But this tea, it comforts me
In the waking hours of the day...
I think I heard the seconds now,
saying go forth!
It'll all be ok. 10/23/2011 Posted on 10/24/2011
Copyright © 2024 Kevin Fehlen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/24/11 at 03:11 AM first of all I love this. A very tiny suggestions, in "But this teas" do you mean tea not teas? |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/02/11 at 09:29 PM This is so beautiful and I can't help but think of my grandfather..he would recite such words to me from many a poem..thank you for such a warm comfort as well |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/21/13 at 01:19 PM Those first two lines could almost stand alone - "solemn serenity steeped" an alliteration so unforced, and that "s" elongated makes me think of the tea pot's hiss just before the whistle kicks in. You've created a quiet reflective place here, one most of us can envy. Thank you. |
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