Sitting planning for tomorrow
a glass of iced tea at my hand.
The clear glass reflects my fragile plans.
The tea is how plans come to pass.
I can foretell but minutes only
for as both tea and time's depth increases
things blur and accuracy decreases.
The ice is bumps along the way;
I know they're there to run into
and often shatter plans
as they themselves splinter.
Time affects them both.
Such is time,
such is tea,
such is me.
Take another sip.
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If only,
If only life were as hot and tasty as some the cups of tea i've had. A good poem depicting life, cleverly done. Regards Roscoe...
Hi Roscoe
Always good to have you drop by. Sorry about delay in responding, I've been off line
Stan
I spent a moment looking at my Tea
But all I could see
was a swirling mass of a wet brown entity
Someone had added cream and drawn a smiley face
I thought what a waste
Now have I read of this before
Others from far off lands will say chai
But no milk and sugar
I would rather die.
Have a great day
but now Winter is coming
I don't want you outside with Iced Tea
Take care young traveller, Yours Ian.T
hello
With the poetic comment I almost thought you were loved lol. Some people drink scalding coffee in summer's heat so I reckon my drinking iced tea in winter isn't too bad. And the cloudiness of tea kinda mirrors the cloudiness of trying to make plans for a future which is never clear. Thanks for dropping by.......stan