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Teapoet

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Ceylon amber moon
sipped to a crescent
slips to the bottom
of a bone china cup

Post Note: You can read about the Teapoets Society Tea Party in which the above cup that belongs to my girlfriend Katherine was featured HERE.

Comments

I believe this is the shortest poem I've ever seen you write. It's short, but that didn't stop you from painting a warm and inviting picture.

I collect antique teacups. I love photos of teacups! That one is gorgeous. Great poem too!

lovely sounds plays there.

I actually write more short poems than long ones. There's another one at the bottom of the page. I'm working on a series of teapoems right now. In part because Sally from Cafe Del Sol challenged us to write "coffee haiku" for an upcoming reading. I'm using my poetic license to write about tea and to not count lines, although some of them are haiku.

THe poem certainly says it well. I love the teacup. People don't seem to use those anymore...people use mugs and stuff...I think it is charming to use fine china...

gorgeous and inviting excuse me I hear whistling

What, exactly, is bone china?
When I lived in NJ, my lovely next door neighbor who came from Germany used to have me over for tea and scones on the lovliest china she had. She would say, "We're worth it, don't you think?"

Here's what the wikipedia says: Bone china is a type of porcelain body first developed in Britain in which calcined ox bone (bone ash) is a major constituent. It is characterised by high whiteness, translucency and strength.

I actually use mugs but when I go to tea parties I love to use the classic stuff.

:) "...sipped to a crescent"...lovely.

I love the look of fine china, but with my tendency to chug any liquid, it is all gone in one sip!

What a lovely thought you've captured there.

Hi colleen ... just dropped by to let you know i've posted an update on the mural magic.

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