Poem -
Stewed Tea
The camaraderie grew
Brewed like tea
that becomes bitter to the tongue
The birds lost their song
Amidst the folly strewn
from room to room
Swarms of minuscule storms
Danced to a fickle frenzy
of misplaced words
Built to curse the air
Where each dare
With an eyeless glare
To leave what once had bloomed...
Now bare
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Comments
wonderful poem
Yay thanks Greg for your wonderful words that always encourage me. Thanks for the pin my friend 🙃x
Rob thanks for reading and the pin really appreciate the visit. Hope all is well 🙃 x
Tony many thanks for stopping by and reading this one. Thanks for the pin
All the best 🙃x
Beautifully crafted!
Thanks so very much JP, always so lovely to find you stopped by x
superb write. such a melancholy read
Hello thanks for stopping by and your kind words on this poem
Gwen x
sadly very much enjoyed if ya get my drift .. x
Aah I do my friend, thanks for stopping by for this one. I hope you’re having a lovely Sunday x
Wow...you.have build such an atmosphere here, I'm almost in that room! Friendships curdling with the milk Gwen...wonderful write 💖
Thanks my friend so glad you liked it ❤️ x
I always enjoy your work. PS...got a painting table set up...brand new paints everything. It stares at me...it's so pretty to look at...one day!! Hugs xx
Yay Marion I am thrilled to hear you got yourself a painting table set 😍 I really hope you get the urge to splurge some paint, I would LOVE to see your art 💗hugs xx