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steeping – poem

February 13, 2013

Sharing a cup of tea

hint of flower floating fair
where leaf and water mingle keeping
lonely jasmine, scented air

time – slowing, creeping
anticipating, releasing steeping
heightens a deliberate pour

careful hands, destined to meet
caress the cup,
to know the heat

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From → poetry, romance

23 Comments
  1. There obviously is a ritual in taking tea! The aroma is a bonus to the familiar! Great write bill!

    Hank

  2. I like how you used tea as image for a relationship. 🙂

  3. In some countries making tea is considered an art. I can see why in your words.

  4. Oh a cup of tea.. there is a special warmth holding a cup of tea.

  5. hypercryptical permalink

    This is a cup I would love to share.
    Anna :o]

  6. Never knew that a cup of tea could be so sensual!

  7. scotthastiepoet permalink

    Hi Bill As a tea drinker myself and a lover of jasmine tea – I found you captured something here… Regards Scott

  8. I now want a cup of Earl Grey Rooibos… this was a wonderful poem, utterly complete.

  9. Sounds delightful, Bill. I would enjoy this.

  10. oooh, this is so sensuous, Bill, I can feel the warmth of the cup right now – there really is a special enjoyment in holding a hot cup of fresh tea, isn’t there? Lovely imagery in your words. – Vivienne, of OneVoicePoetry

  11. I love the ending, a hint of romance in sharing the cup of tea ~ Happy Sunday 🙂

  12. nice.. i love the gentleness in this with the promise in leading to more

    • tea is warmth and gentleness isn’t it. There’s a patience to it that sets aside rushed emotions.

  13. Ahh..the simple pleasures of life..
    enjoyed the most
    when
    the
    tea bags
    of life are enough…:)

  14. nice last verse…i like the hands finding each other…and a bit of warmth there in the end…i might have to make a cup to get me through these last couple poems and on to bed…smiles.

  15. That’s really nice, how the two mingle, a nicely done.

  16. Oh I like this…its strong but delicate. 🙂

  17. I can smell the jasmine.

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