The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

Molecules of Moments... A Poetry in Pieces

Sunset and Dusk

At the edge of Earth sun beams sigh as
sky turns from wispy watercolor to rust
Mountains empty their melancholy minds over
moors mumbling pages of prose
Lost landscapes decompose as
Day dies in the arms of Dusk.
A lone spider crawls on a leaf of hours gone by
spinning a web of tenacious tomorrows while
drops of blush solidify into lingering scents of
Day's firmament

An abandoned nest falls from a poetry of
migrating moments and memory
Grey fills the pores of waning light Evening
dresses hurriedly in borrowed night
Varicose veins of tangling time wrap around the
verse of this inconsistent rhyme
Bodiless I roam into a ravine of runes
decaying letters on lyrical tombs
Balconies of black seat faces forgotten
A thorn of light plunges its fatal sting as
Evening's last waltz of life begins
This poet's pen writes of
oceans wanting waves of
solitary sands in
deserts of dismay
while the advocate of Sun
the last testament of Day

Darkness devours
seconds scatter
Silence sooths the apprehensive air
A poem drips off my peppered pen as
a metaphor murmurs a requiem
and Evening comes to her end.

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