Echinacea

Sick in the mind,

sick in the heart.

My body is fine now.

I don't need this tea-

it doesn't taste the same;

children have better taste.

The cup is warm,

but its elegance is lost.

I can't find that scent anywhere-

it doesn't exist anymore.

Sick in the soul,

sick in the spirit.

My stomach is fine now.

I don' t need this lime-

it used to be lemon;

lemon goes well with spring.

The rain is falling,

but its feeling is a ghost.

I can't find that ambience in anything-

it's gone for good.

Sick in the core,

sick in the head.

My chest is fine now.

I don't need this treat-

it was so much better than this once;

washed out watercolors.

The covers are cozy,

but its fabric is only make-believe.

I can't hold on to the tea for long-

it's slowly disappearing.

Reviews

[sinNsincerity]

I always love you metaphors Anna and your delicacy with words. I have been grown Echinacea and studied them a bit, and I enjoyed how you used words like disappearing and no longer existing due to the fact that antibiotics have replace the used of this flower, leaves, and roots. But they are making a comeback for the treatment of infections, cold, and flu and other ailments.

[Ghost]

Sometimes we need to step back and heal ourselves completely so that we can move forward in life... But when we do not feel good inside or outside everything seems to change in appearance and form... So take time and heal yourself... Thanks for sharing this work with us

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Anna. A interesting journey with your words in the poetry. I liked how you used the favor of the teas. You left the reader with something to ponder. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[SleeplessVolcano]

I really enjoyed this poem. The connection to Echinacea, as a tea, or self-help medicine, and the analogies of that with how we try to help ourselves through life is quite fitting.

I don't know whether you intended this, but the ending is very meaningful, seemingly implying that we need more than a cup of tea to cure our ails.....and my guess would be, that we need each other...:)

Beautiful poetry!