The Oolong Poem

With every passing day
The spring sunshine
Is singing longer

On each blade of grass
A dozen bells ring
Awakening the sleeping

The voices of the birds
Are getting louder
Rejoicing winter is over

New lambs are born
Coming with hope
Everything will be okay

Along the twisted path
Passing mountains tall
Pink blossom confetti guides

Down in the village
Travellers are coming
But go as the wind changes

From my window sill
Flowers have returned
Friends old and new

With a pencil I write
Trusty tea at my side
Pondering life is beautiful

© Fi S. J. Brown
*Every time I drink oolong tea I feel relaxed and inspired to write poetry inspired by Southeast Asia.

 

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The Tea Song

As it is ‘World Poetry Day’ and ‘World Water Day’, what else was a teaoholic writer to do but combine them!

 

Each morning I now switch on the kettle,

And look for a cup for my wake up brew.

I try to forget that look you used to give,

As you slowly sipped on your Earl Grey.

 

With eyes matching my favourite drink,

And lips sweeter than any sugar cube.

You stole my heart and my teapot too,

And wore that red tea cosy on your head.

 

You were the saucer to my old China cup,

Catching my tears and I kept you warm.

Now I feel like an used bag left in the bin,

All squeezed out, bare and flavour gone.

© Fi S. J. Brown