Friday, May 01, 2009

Cup of Tea


The tea you pour is black and strong.
It doesn't taste like tea to me;
I must have been away too long.

It isn't Assam, Suleiman, oolong;
It tastes like an apology—
This tea you pour, so black and strong.

Where's that old fork with the bent prong?
What happened to the hemlock tree?
Have I really been gone that long?

I think I hear the saddest song;
It has no words, no tune, no key.
The tea you pour is black and strong.

You're careful to say nothing wrong,
You seem too eager to agree...
Yes, I've been travelling far and long,

And now it's clear, I don't belong.
I watch you sash your robe, as we
sit, sipping tea that's black and strong.
I went away too far, too long.

3 comments:

Nothingman said...

lovely words....guess we all come back to drink tea...or vodka...black vodka would be nice.

N

Dee Dee said...

I Likeee a LOT :D Now give it a toxic tune and it's a painfully beautiful song!!!!

how u doin chicaaa??? I think am gonna write this weekend :)

anupama said...

How true...
You're careful to say nothing wrong,
You seem too eager to agree...
Yes, I've been travelling far and long,

Ur poem seems to mirror my thought at the moment.