a look into the mirror
takes you back in time
when love was many a stolen glance
between puffs of winding smoke
when tea came cheap at two pence each
but to catch a glimpse of you, they came from far
when in between banter and many a verse
someone lost their nerve
while your smile was like the ode to joy
you sit now in quiet contemplation
writing a dispassionate prose
we are both past the age of poetry and till-now-forgotten loves, you see
you order two cups of tea
one for you
and one for me?
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love this imagery and mood! ode to joy is ringing in the church bells here~
Ah…that’s divine…🌻❤🌻❤🌻love the thought of music wafting through the street enveloping all with bliss
Beautiful and touching. The use of the mirror to transport you to a different place and time works wonderfully. Thank you for posting this! ❤
Ah…you noticed that 😊😊…now onto the next adventure….😀😀and I hope your weekend has begun well?? And that you are up to your usual mischief!!!
As much as I try to avoid it, mischief seems to find me. 🙂
Ah, my heart breaks over this one…..
🌿🌻🌿🌻🌿ah…but life is all about the adventures…we shall find ourselves a new one 😊😊❤❤
A bittersweet one, to be sure.
I sends you a big hug 🌹🌿🌹🌿🌹
thank you;)
Lovely, especially the idea of achieving a point of being post-poetry age (heaven forbid!). May I suggest typo correction to ‘stolen’ in line 3? Regards
I sees that you have seen the hanging ‘l’ 😄😄..away with it !!…now then where have you been? I haven’t heard from you and that is just not done 😊we need to sit ourselves to some tea 😀
I’ve been having a post-flu recouperative day in bed. Weather was lousy and work colleagues didn’t want me showing up there. So I had cups of tea and wrote some 🙂
Surely you are in a good spirits now…I wonder what mischief you might be upto 😊but you has got to take care of your health ❤
I didn’t waste the day off and was quite prolific in putting down a series of short pieces to a story that has literally haunted me for a while. Guess I just needed the space and time to distill the story….
It’s amazing how some quiet and a lil distance from the real and now can offer you a clarity of thought …hope the weekend is a relaxed one ❤🌻🌺🌷
This is certainly not a “dispassionate prose”. On the contrary, it’s beautifully articulated. Makes me want to grab a cup of tea. 🙂
In that case I shall keep a cup ready for you when you drop by 😄😊
“your smile was like the ode to joy” is lovely.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Much love and many hugs Wendy ❤🌺❤
Tea and tea cups are the common factor in your post. Tea lover I guess!
Anyways very beautifully written, was very calming. I should say it came close to the ode to joy symphony by Beethoven 😉
tea lover and ardent fan of quaint tea shops and the life within 😊
Quaint tea shops, hmm.. you know I used to ride down to this small quaint tea shop in the slight drizzles on my bike (bullet) to have a cup of strong tea… oh memories…. 😥 But now I stopped drinking tea.
Have a great time and enjoy your tea 🙂
even better…to drive down just for a cup of tea…I like that 😊
Life was good then. it’s just not the drive, it’s in drizzles and that would make the tea special. The bullet makes the ride amazing 😀
Loved the thoughts and memories this evoked. 🙂 How do you get so much colour in your photo? – such a beautiful companion to your poem. And there is nothing quite as reviving as a cup of tea 🙂
Ah that makes me happy…it truly does…❤❤❤one of these days we shall trace notes of our secret tea recipes …thre can be quite a few if one is adventurous enough 😃
❤Awww…brings bac so many memories…thank you for posting this…it’s been a treasured journey going back in time …
You are welcome. It’s one of my favorite songs. I have heard this song from a movie. If you haven’t watched it (ignore if you have already) please do so. It’s ‘Before Sunrise’.
after reading your post I just remembered this song from Kath Bloom…
I sends you many a hug and much love ❤🌷❤
😊
Wow! This poem shows an astonishing maturity! Congratulations! 😀
Really??😛😛am just a silly girl…and always will be😊😊
Awwww! It was wonderful! 😀
Tender nostalgia greets me with your words. Heaven forbid I get too old for poetry! Not me! And to think upon sweet memories as you did right here, brings memories of my own simmering to the aroma of tea. (smile) Thank you for this post. Love, Amy
Life spent sitting in a college cafeteria spouting words that rhymed …idyllic days….😊😊and now with a more enhanced vocabulary one tends to get cautious I suppose…ah no poetry lives on…as long as tea is to be found….but it’s different from the one you did when you were seventeen I suppose…frivolous words thrown in without caution .😄
Kismet this is a bit tough for me.i believe you thought of you and the ‘you’ in mirror as two different people in two different time periods.Looking or thinking of that beautiful love generating time period you wrote this beautiful poem with a cup of coffee in your hands right?so you are basically saying this cheaply available cup of coffee has bought you timeless and precious thoughts 🙂
yes….it’s a comparison to the carefree world enjoyed over tea in college…versus life now when you know many more words but they don’t come so easily as you are guarded ..😊😊
“when tea came cheap at two pence each” – i want tea and rusk right now! ❤
I don’t think you would believe me if I told you that is exactly what iam having right now?? …..it’s quiet and in my lil corner of the balcony is tea and rusk with some strawberry jam …😀😀the best part of any day…and you sir are invited 😊😊
Rusk and strawberry jam! Weave my matinee dreams henceforth, won’t you 🙂 it sounds like what should be everybody’s best day. I’m glad you told me this, much ❤ and marmalade-ness
A time comes when verses become prose ….passion comes to rest..still life is remains beautiful… smile remains an ” ode to joy “…. 🙂
Thank you so much…you just made me so very happy ❤❤❤
The price of tea matters not. Its the company we keep while sipping tea.
and I hopes like wine the company evolves ❤️
Yes, like fine wine she blossoms……