|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Tea Ball
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
on
Thursday, 10th October 2002 @ 09:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
|
Locked up secure,
In this little round ball,
The world is so big,
and I am so small.
The things around me
float on past
taking a small part of my soul
along for the ride.
Sometimes, the parts return.
Sometimes, I get other’s parts.
But slowly, everything
in the world
becomes the same
golden color,
has the same meaning,
the same flavour,
the same aftertaste.
But you know something?
That’s okay…
For, after a while,
When nearly all the flavor
Has been sucked from my bones,
I will be thrown away,
Just like all other teas.
That’s okay, though…
Cuz my flavour will stay,
Mixed in with the rest of the
Flavours in the pot,
On the stovetop,
Resting in peace.
Copyright ©
Butterat_Zool
... [
2002-10-10 21:30:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Tea Ball
(User Rating: 0 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 2nd January 2003 @ 08:13:49 PM AEST (User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
This is a nice poem, even if I don't like tea. New perspectives always produce interesting results. Keep up the good work! |
|
|
|