Poetic moments and general randomness are some of the things that usually sneak up on me. This was probably one of those moments that I wasn’t looking for, because when it did come, the first thing I realized is that I have a keyboard in front of me and a blank blog post. The same blank blog post I’ve been staring at for some time, so, for lack of anything sensible to add to this, I give you–a poetic moment–over tea.
Cup. Tea. China.
Something about it
Reminds me of
Tea. Cup. China.
Not India?
Identify
Fortify
Make it stop the mystery
Make it write a tragedy
Stories of secrets
Secrets of stories
Cup. Tea. Cup
Tea. Cup. Tea.
Something, anything
Make it into one thing
Make it stop
Bothering me
As I slowly drink it
All
And that is my non-rhyming poetic brilliance at the moment. I’m off to bed, I think. Happy dreamstuffits.
