The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

Iced Tea: Smooth and Slightly Sweet Hibiscus


2 finger of fresh ginger root (the bigger and thicker; the spicier the tea)
1/3 cup cane sugar
5 tbls. loose hibiscus or 5 hibiscus tea bags
21/2 tbls. freshly squeezed lemon or lime juice

Put 5 cups water, ginger, and sugar into a medium/ large pot or saucepan. Bring to a boil. Stir until the cane sugar has dissolved. Remove from heat, add hibiscus, then cover. Let steep 15 to 20 minutes.

Pour through a fine sieve into a bowl set in an ice-water bath. Let cool. Add the freshly squeezed lemon juice or lime. Serve over ice.*

*As to not dilute the brew - after the tea has cooled pour a portion of it into ice cube trays and freeze. These iced tea cubes will keep your cold brew chilled and full-bodied.

Last week I shared a Rough and Raw Writing recipe. This week I would like to share an experience.

Rough and Raw writing, for me, has become a way of daily life. I diligently take to the page every morning of every new day. To jump start my mind, I either read poetry by other poets or I prompt myself with jottings and notes from one of my various writing notebooks.

A poet's mind is a curse, as much as, it is a blessing - mind maneuvers are always at full throttle. If I don't get my thoughts down onto the page when they appear, they are trampled on by other thoughts or pushed away in dismay and I am never able to retrieve them as they first appeared in all their naked glory. Nights are the worse. My mind works overtime. Lying in bed, I am bombarded by thought - one after another. Lights go on; I sit up, capture a thought and save it on a page. Lie back down and then another round. Lights on, lights off, lights on, lights off - if someone was standing outside my house looking in, I'm sure; they would think that I was in need of assistance and flashing a distress signal in Morse code. I haven't had a thought-less night, for as long as I can remember. I am totally knackered when my morning ritual begins...

a neon light flickers into life
a grotesque figure stares
at itself, through a sheet of hardened silver
the figure looks familiar
Where have I seen it before?

I have become a thought collecting note taking Jabberwocky. I jot down everything I can, wherever I am, whatever the plan. Otherwise, it's a bitch searching for lost thoughts in the sandstorms of my cerebral Sahara, believe me I have tried.

But, in all seriousness it is a gold mine. Many of my Rough and Raw writings have conceived poems that I cherish and am proud to share.

Rough and Raw writing is not only for those who write poetry. It is for everyone: journal writers, thought collectors and dreamers, students of academia and students of life, mediators and meditators - people of all ages and from all walks of life.

Jot down your initial thoughts, what appeals to you and/or what doesn't, adopt words that tickle your fancy, rhyme and dine on the vocabulary and vernacular of your choice. Write with long lined prose or short poetic. Your mind and hand are in command. Each and every entry is different. This is not just an exercise in "exploring the page"; it is a writer's wheel of awareness - rolling up and down roads of Self.


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