Teabag

[molten spindle]

Five minutes after the water is boiled,
as sure not to burn the white peony. Pour
into a porcelain cup from who knows where,
and let it steep for three. Watch the steam
rise, as if it were another fleeting memory having
been let go by your grandmother’s creaky mouth,
whom you visited on a Sunday afternoon, carrying
your mother’s tight hand after a long forgettable
sermon. Take a few sips, while the cup is still
hot on your fingertips, and enough to burn
the tongue lightly. Let a quiet moment pass
without your attention, and by then it is
lukewarm as the room, bitter to taste.

[steel thorn]

wow this is very descriptive and the imagery is really good

i really like the ending

the whole poem is very great

i love it man

great work keep it up

[molten spindle]

thank you!

[fickle swift]

Love this a lot!

Embodies so much stillness, but mourns the passage of time. Quiet, with a subtle sadness. But the persona does not dwell on the aching so much as sits within it.

Short instances are extended into long moments of noticing details: minutes after the boiling, watching the steam rise, a few sips, a quiet moment passing and before you know it the tea is lukewarm. Kind of reminds me of the aesthetics in haiku, particularly the human moment that is not infinite, "ephemeral."

Forgive me for the pun but I have to say. This is my cup of tea

[signal forum]

*Forgive me for the

pun but I have to say. This

is my cup of tea*

- _poetical_

[molten spindle]

thank you! ill have to look more into that haiku "ephemeral" you noted. the art of noticing is a beautiful one, especially within the context of time

[tired viper]

@molten spindle I admire this delicate piece and re-read it many times. Well done.

[molten spindle]

thank you kindly. i'd be happy to share any of my other poems with you, and also read your own if you have them posted.

[mellow oriole]

Wonderful! @molten spindle has just progressed to level 5!