Tea Philosophy
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By alexwritings
Tue, 16 Apr 2013
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The kettle's on,
and now we've shot the glow
into each other
on this unexpectedly yellow
spring day - us holding
coats and jumpers
in the shock of its sudden coming -
your undoing
has not wrung colour from grey.
Aside for your bay
window; its neat 6 panes
shearing up purple evening sky
sobering damp rooftops
scaled with slate;
and a forking Cedar making symbolism
with your soft, crescent-moon shoulder
as you roll over and say "it's time
for Coldplay" and snuff all hope of a
future between us. And then
the kettle comes
to a tongue-rolling climax:
its whispering roar, whispering roar
is a spear of light creeping
round a cellar door,
cellar door.
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Very captivating writing
Very captivating writing galeforce7, I love the way you tie it up at the end with a reminder for the kettle. Very good.
A little typo maybe perhaps:
"has not wrung much colour form (from) grey."
Excellent effort.
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Nice one, galeforce7,
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Nice one, galeforce7, compelling reading.
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A Polaroid moment. Really
A Polaroid moment. Really distinct and momentous. Lovely poem.
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My comment may seem simple
My comment may seem simple but I love the use of colour in this one. Mind you squeeze the teabag on the way out now!
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