Sunday, October 17, 2010

Cup of Tea




CUP OF TEA

I reach out

For that cup of tea

That never seems

To come to me


I close my eyes

And breathe deep

And though troubled

Soundly sleep


I strive to reach within

To know myself

A place to begin

Somewhere less known

To my chagrin


And yet

T'is no surprise

That I reach out

To another

As one would surmise


T'is friendship

We search out in need

T'is human nature indeed

From this

We’ll never be freed


It seems

When you've found

With someone to share

That there is a joy

When someone doth care


The conversations doth flow

And on and on they doth go

More and more

Of each other doth show

And the more of each other

Doth one know


There is a peace

That settles in

When the conversations end

And the reflections begin


To me

What this has shown

Is that we are not meant

To be alone


Having said this

Being with another is bliss

But there’s more to say

Or I’d be remiss


Even though

With another

Is nature to be

T'is not always

Meant to be


Some with another

Have made a home

Many though

Find themselves alone


This is not

A sorrowful state

It could be summed up

As fate

Could be destined

Or innate


Take the moments

That come to you

Grab and hold on

For what your due

The opportunities

Far and few


Lest we can

Look back with remorse

At life, and

Its fateful course

Or know for sure

That we do endure

And relish each moment

Both certain and unsure


In the end

I say this my friend

I will live each moment

Through and through

Take joy in moments

High and low

And from these

My spirit doth grow

And one day maybe

T’is meant to be

That I’ll reach out

And hold

That cup of Tea

-Shiidon, October 2010

After writing the previous poem I was reflecting on being alone in the house now that Shervin has his own apartment. For some reason, I closed my eyes and imagined being handed a cup of tea. I reached out and grabbed the imagined cup of tea and went through the motions of taking a sip from that imagined cup. This poem begins and ends with that cup of tea.

This image is of two cups I own by Mottahedeh china. By the way, if you click on any of the images in this blog you can see them enlarged. In this case you can view the art on the cups in detail.

1 Comments:

Blogger Susan said...

lovely poem - lovely tea cups.

8:20 AM  

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