Poem -

the leaved tea

Had I found time
To have read the leaved tea
Years ago Years

would you still be with me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Perhaps not
I am no sage or seer
did not forsee Death until Death

it rolled near

still, I have such time now
To moan into cups 

To rage into steam
To choke on each sup

to remember how you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

how you loved tea so much.

M

 

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Being Me

Oh Marion .... if only! I remember when I was very little, my mum showing me how to read the tea leaves. I remember being utterly mesmerised by it. I can remember the way she did it but not how.  I know what you mean, though. Tarot is more my thing.

Wouldn't life be different if we had a heads up allowing us to change things ... 

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Marion

Like you I like any mystical.and magical. Do you read Tarrot? Me I just cut out the middle man and talk straight to the ghosts. When they answer I convince myselff I'm just psychic and not mad
😆😆😆 thanks so much Tina x

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Being Me

I try and read tarot. TRY being the important word here!  Talking to ghosts is much more interesting xx

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Bernadete van d...

Beautiful write expressing such 
sadness. Next time you have tea
you’ll read the words: “I loved you always.”. He did. 
Take care, M 

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Marion

Thankyou lady B...always appreciated ..hugs x

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Shirley Harrison

No tea leaves could have told the future, your poetry as ever dearest Marion is full circle with a start a middle and an end, your emotions are heartfelt by me always, you know what to do when you need to do it. I'm a fan of plate throwing, myself. 🌹 

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Marion

Lol... I'd like to say I have never thrown a plate in my life but I'd be telling a HUGE porky!!! ... we are just passionate Shirley 😄😄 thanks so much...hugs x

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Nine Eleven

We are stained in every nook and cranny, atoms of our dearest stuck on every surface, in the air we breath, in the water we drink.

We don't have a life
We are life. 

X

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Marion

There is truth in what you say... I look at my furniture sometimes and it comforts me to know my son once touched it... I could never get rid of my rickety coffee table ...I remember all the times I told him get his feet off it lol 😄 thanks so much NE x

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