Wednesday, May 23, 2012

What more could I ask for

Dear day,
You pull me into a cloudy haze,
Warm skys,
Sitting on a stone bench under the Bradford Pear,
Shade dances on my gown,
My eyes gaze deep into a cup of green
Yes I reach for a book
and leave this place,
but not too far
for I still stay in reach of my porcelain tea cup
I could spend forever here
If only the wind would
cease if only for a moment...
-Cheryl Doyle
When sorrows frown
What power can cheer
Or chase away the falling tear
Like Pekoe or Bohea.
What make the old
many young and strong
Like tyson, Congou,
Or, Souchang
-Anonymous, "The Cup for Me"
Polly Making Tea By Florence S. Browne
The china gleams in blue and white,
The twilight hour is swift approaching; Entranced I note with shy delight,
No other callers are approaching. A cup she designates as mine,
With motion of her dainty finger. the kettle boils — oh! drink divine,
In mem’ry shall thy fragrance linger. Her kerchief’s made in style of yore,
Some fairy surely put the hem on. Held sugar such a charm before?
Was e’er such magic in a lemon? She turns away with manner coy,
The firelight shows her beauty clearer; Oh, why is teasing such a joy!
I wish she’d come a little nearer. We sit and sip — the time flies fast,
My cup needs filling — project clever! She comes and I grown bold at last
Say “Darling, make my tea forever!”
Hello Book!
by N.M. Bodecker

Hello book!
What are you up to? Keeping yourself to yourself,
shut in between your covers,
a prisoner high on a shelf.
come in book!
What is your story?
Haven't you ever been read?
Did you think
I would just pass by you
And pick me a comic instead?
No way book!
I'm your reader
I open you up.
Set you free.
Listen, I know a secret!
Will you share your secrets with me?

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