The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

As the Mist Came


As the mist came
With the dawn of the rising moon,
The dull grey spread
O’er trees, homes and runes,
On an empty street, silent and
Dark…

click
click
click

An old man walked the streets-
On a wooden leg.
With a letter clutched
Firmly in his hand;
And his heart as light as a
Lark…

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tick
tick

His pocket watch
Rolling along, with the arrow of
Time; and in the corner he sees two
Bright lights. A sense of fear comes
O’er him. Then he hears a dog
Bark…

click
click
click

He walks along, frowning at
The cur. The letter now
Soaked in sweat.
He wishes to visit his beloved.
Reaching the end of his walk;
He looks up at the sign in the
Park…

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tick
tick

The clock tower
Rolling along, with the arrow of
Time; and in his dreariness, he
Approaches his wife's grave.
Suddenly,
Her grave is empty.
And beside him she stands,
Pale and stark --
His soul a lone
Shark...


About the Poet

قانت تكميل Qanit Takmeel is a PhD candidate in Materials Science and Engineering at the University of Florida. His interest in poetry can be traced back to his roots- all his family consists of poets.

The Poet

قانت تكميل Qanit Takmeel is a PhD candidate in Materials Science and Engineering at the University of Florida. His interest in poetry can be traced back to his roots- all his family consists of poets.

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