FIRST CUP OF TEA

Consistency in a cup. ☕

HAIKU

Today I paddle;

The rock pool of yesterday

Covered by the tide.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I ponder on the fact that every atom in my tea was once forged from a dying star or produced milliseconds after the Big Bang.

Then I wonder, is milk 1st or 2nd even worth considering due to the cosmological implications for the humble cuppa?

It is.

Milk first! 

Blast off!! 🚀☕

HAIKU

Soft Sunday whispers

Under a lazy duvet

Lest we wake Monday.

HAIKU

Spring's ascendancy

Dismisses frosty mornings

As the earth softens.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

What George Harrison was drinking when he wrote Here Comes The Sun. ☕☀️

REVISION, RE-EDITED

The poet rides alone and hard along the alchemic trail,

trapped inside their own construct,

a perpetual motion machine of the edit.

But there comes a point where there is no more chaff to discard,

no more lead to be sacrificed in the crucible of revision.

There comes a time when they must announce to the world, 

"Here it is - my newborn poem."

And the world more often than not replies, 

"Ahh. Aren't they...oh! Erm, such an interesting face."

HAIKU

Sunday shushes us

Like a friendly teacher would:

Now, fingers on lips.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Enabling us all to be mudlarks of the imagination. ☕

BAMBOO AND THE DOGWOOD TREE

Bamboo is the noisiest wood

You can hear it growing, hark!

Yet the flowering dogwood tree

Has the most silent bark.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I've found the secret to perpetual emotion. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

A standalone anthology. ☕

HAIKU

Time cashes our cheques

In the lost memory banks;

Pictures, overdrawn.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

A metaphor for life itself; ignore the appearance of the cup, it's always what's inside that counts. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Where the journey is always more enjoyable than the destination. ☕