Stirred with a little spoon, the teabags swim

Like carp in golden liquid, fin to fin.

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Freda Davis

Wed 8th Mar 2017 11:21

Ha ha, Cynthia, I was looking into the teapot, not one cup. I am too impatient sometimes to let it brew. That is true of tea, and may be true of poetry as I stir up a poem and pour it almost at once.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 7th Mar 2017 17:35

Delightful. You sure like strong tea!

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Stu Buck

Thu 2nd Mar 2017 11:32

perfect freda. 2 lines, a huge painting in my head. what more could one ask for.

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Thu 2nd Mar 2017 06:38

I couldn't help but see the (PG) tips of those teabags as shark fins bobbing in a golden liquid of soup - a slightly ghastly re-write of your delightful two line poem perhaps best suited to a haiku. All the best,

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Wed 1st Mar 2017 22:39

A nice captive moment and beautifully expressed !


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