A Brief Note On Summer And Tea

Bad weather always goes green.

A foot in the water churns mud in a stream.

A kettle screams rage in thrusting steam.

 

Oh, for the cool dip of summer!

Oh, the warm comforts of tea!

Oh, how some gentle gestures

ripple contrary the current,

fog the kitchen mirror,

and blind like muddied trout

the weathers boil on the rolling plain

curling breaths into fists on the shore

hurling oak onto the fire door.

◄ The Warm Eviction of Mourning Doves

Lahm Bi Ajin ►

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LEON STOLGARD

Thu 4th Jul 2019 14:26

ah well. Normal service will resume as soon as possible. I just need to take a few mins respite to allow my brain to cool down 😴

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Devon Brock

Thu 4th Jul 2019 14:14

That sucks Leon. Hate when that happens.

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LEON STOLGARD

Thu 4th Jul 2019 14:03

man oh man! ( re my next work) I'd just finished a long poem and was about to bung it on and off it went into the great blue yonder!!😬

back to the !! drawing board! GRRRRRRRR!!!!!

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Devon Brock

Thu 4th Jul 2019 13:21

Thanks, Leon. You are always so supportive. And as always, I look forward to your next work.

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LEON STOLGARD

Thu 4th Jul 2019 13:19

colour me approving in a chum'ly way Brockster 👍

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