Teapoet
Steam rises like breath
from a talkative kettle
Water pours like conversation
into a quiet cup
Note: The photo is called "Self portrait in tea" and was taken at my sister Sherry's house in Massachusetts this past summer.
Comments
ah having a cup of camomille
Posted by: sandy kessler | January 25, 2008 9:34 AM
The tea in this poem in my mind is black, first one of the day.
Posted by: colleen | January 25, 2008 9:41 AM
I really like that picture.
I liked your TT also........I just have been so busy I haven't had a chance to comment. xo
Posted by: Sherry | January 25, 2008 9:46 AM
mmmmmm.... love it!
Posted by: bluemountainmama | January 25, 2008 10:36 AM
What a beautiful photo :)
Posted by: Felicia | January 25, 2008 11:09 AM
:)
Posted by: sky | January 25, 2008 1:52 PM
A very interesting photo!
Posted by: kenju | January 25, 2008 2:02 PM
a cuppa tea sounds good on this cold day, thanks for the inspiration! great poem - simple and to the point
Have a great weekend!
Posted by: susan | January 25, 2008 2:58 PM
I love that coffee is the conversation poured into a quiet cup. Brilliant. :)
~S
Posted by: Shephard | January 25, 2008 4:08 PM
Talkative kettle and quiet cup? I was in the process of steeping a cuppa tea as I arrived here at your blog to read about ... tea! Dear Teapoet, let's share a cup of tea and a few hours of conversation. Shall we set a date? Maybe we can coordinate a get-together by having June show up in Chattanooga to meet her other friend (see today's Spatter post) and you-n-Joe coming south in your camper. Chattanooga's in the middle, so it's a date ... just let me know when and I'll find us a where. The why is obvious, among wordsmiths.
Posted by: Bonnie Jacobs | January 25, 2008 4:35 PM
Neat! Perfect in fact! And the comfort of gas too!
Posted by: ruth | January 25, 2008 5:21 PM
Oh, I like that poem...and I love the photo. Actually, a cup of hot tea sounds wonderful right now...
Posted by: Sara | January 25, 2008 5:44 PM
I like the self portrait in tea idea.
Posted by: Deana | January 25, 2008 8:30 PM
Bonnie, maybe since June and I both can be found in Floyd in the warmer weather you should come here for a visit and to read at the Spoken Word night. I would like to see Chattanooga at some point but a Florida get away is hopefully next on the list, and then Boston in the summer for a big class reunion.
Posted by: colleen | January 25, 2008 9:41 PM
Ah those talkative kettles do rattle on.
Posted by: Pearl | January 25, 2008 9:44 PM
I'm a little teapot
short and stout :-)
Posted by: Janet | January 25, 2008 10:41 PM
Here is my handle. Here is my spout. When I get steamed up, hear me shout. Tip me over and pour me out!
Posted by: colleen | January 25, 2008 11:42 PM
What a lovely poem to run across so early in the morning. I love this. I'm off now to make a cup of tea.
Posted by: AnnieElf | January 26, 2008 11:31 AM
I love your poem and the photo is wonderful!
Love your blog too!
Thank you!
Margie:)
P.S And, I love tea...am just going to make a cup!
Posted by: margie | January 27, 2008 1:55 PM