The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

A Nursery Rhyme
Isaac and Ishmael fight over a Wall / Citizens and soldiers equally fall / Concessions and compromise and making amends / Will not put the dead back together again
The Eagle
Perched high / On ragged crags of / Wordless thought / He waits A crystalline lake of Loneliness / Lays supine below / Insatiable hunger burns / Within Mast…
Huxley's Kaleidoscope: O Brave New World
Chaotic pieces of tinted glass / Kidnap loitering light / Slivered images of a history / Pause in fluid flight Frantic fragments frolic / On the landscape of man's mind<br /…
Weathering Whispers
Wrinkled whispers / Kiss my skin / Leaves of life change as / Autumn begins Cultivated currents / Of mellowed mind / Carry me to manors of / Seasoned rhyme <…
A Wrinkle in Time
No longer does she clad herself / In days of faded dye, Patterned fabrics of yesterdays / Unravel threaded whys Teen embroidered dawns / Intricately woven into dusks …

Molecules of Moments ... A Poetry in Pieces

Day

Tresses of ivory tease the air as
soliloquies of song woo whimsical winds
Moments mold into statues of light while
waxing crystals of cream take flight

A traveler once
I toured your turbulent terrain
donning diaphanous veils of day
Marble walls roughly smooth under my hand
enclosed dormant waters that erased reflections        yet
new ones were drawn in the silence of heat
hiding and seeking amongst the pedestals of trees
whose tone woods seduced regencies of green
Your sands were innocent then         desert - ed
devout dunes of dust         pastelled portraits of past
I roamed your,         exterior
rugged and raw        naked
clad in mountains and vales peaks and trails
begging my steps to want their wear
Cliffs         canvassed thought
invoking my mind to climb        and explore
the depths they had offered my eyes
Rocky shores below assaulted by
ocean sprites and spray        yet
remained unscathed
glistening in delight

Seagulls drank dreams in your
pools of clarity
Ripples of rain sang hymns of praise to
waves of wheat whispering nothingness
Clouds of sound composed seasons of
symphonies to you,
dear Earth, as
tendrils of time
unlocked your
prisons
of
truth

Now I wander as
the distracted sun misplaces itself
warming November as if it were June
Thoughts heavily dressed in desire and reflection
hail carriages of wind and breezes at noon
Intellectual leaves cling onto branches of reason while
fanatical foliage releases
 rhythm and rhyme
This poet pauses to share whispers of wisdom as
raindrops turn sundrops into prisms of mime
Storms and thorns
rip open a sunset
I sit alone and contemplate the
dissolving bright
Day falls and not a soul is around
to
help pick her up
not even
a wayward phrase
or
word of spite.



Pinch of Pepper:
Molecules of Moments in a poetry in pieces. Night begets Dawn. Dawn begets Day. Day dies diligently as she falls into Dusk. Twilight diminishes her lingering light into mystical molecules of obsidian Night.


Ignorant Pillars of Clay
Are deaf to the symphonies of the Milky Way / Celestial keys and chords of fire / Orchestrate a moonlit sonata on an Aeolian lyre / Orion's hand in Beethoven light / Conducts the overture illuminating the obsidian night
A Rhyme from Romper Room
Jack and Jill hit the campaign trail / To fetch a bushel of voters / Jack fell down for being a clown / And Jill went Galluping forward Up got Jack from his stumbling act / As fast as he could caper / To Bannon's tent hoping he'll fix the dent / With c…
Birth of a River
mute starkness / an exhausted desert / blue sky white night / flesh on flesh / marital rite / in heat, soaked in sweat / body to body / a rapturous duet / / E = mc2 / inception, conception / stardust fusion<br…
The Eagle
Perched high / On ragged crags of / Wordless thought / He waits A crystalline lake of Loneliness / Lays supine below / Insatiable hunger burns / Within Masterful talons / Thrust deep inter her waters / Grasping the seasoned voic…
Morning Ritual
Nocturnal silence... The day is deep in sleep  / shhh!  her mind whispers / morning has not yet broken / going into tip toe mode  / a crick-crack explodes / plastic on plastic startles the air / a neon light flickers into life / a grotesque f…

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