Mug Of Tea

I pour myself a mug of tea -

A dozy habit borne

From all the early evening hours

Until the early morn’.

 

I pour another mug of tea

To feel it softly sweet,

A taste that makes the creeping cold

And emptiness retreat.

 

I pour another mug of tea

Though hardly now aware,

To press its warmth against my cheek

And dream someone is there.

 

I’ve poured so many mugs of tea,

The number's now unknown,

But all, they fail to truly fill

For all I drink alone.

 

Reviews

[charmedbyitall]

Another splendid outpouring of bare emotion. Remarkably memorable, and very enjoyable to read :)

[Vanesa Markovic]

Well sir, we meet again.
Much like last time, our meeting will consist of my showering
you with appreciation for the words you have shared.
Another wonderfully executed piece of writing.
You keep a wonderful flow, which makes reading your work a pleasure.
I love that tea, tea of all things, has been (if at least once) a comfort for this lonely soul.
There's an innocence, a vulnerability about this piece, I admire.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

I love this poem. (I am a tea drinker too) nice rhythm and rhyme!!!!

something that cures or is enjoyed at first, then it's old news. its done its job, but you keep holding onto it because you're hoping that maybe you'll get the same effect as you got the first few times.

see what random nonsense I come up with when I'm half-asleep?

[J.P. Bristow]

this had great metre....and smooth rhyme...thoroughly bittersweet.