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Like A Rockabye

Each pulse a beat of grace...
The mint flavor from earl gray 
Drifts through round pot of clay
Warm as night's brew ... 
My mind floats on twilight's song,
Its lulled notes healing
Each pang of toil's weight 
And sleep chants a rockabye...
Like all things , content

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Paige Hind

April 12, 2026 at 10:12 PM

Lovely work, you created a whole atmosphere

Kim Rodrigues

April 6, 2026 at 7:56 AM

I had to read again…soothing!

Silent One

April 3, 2026 at 10:39 AM

This is so lovely.... we all need a sweet rockabye...

Terry Miller

April 3, 2026 at 12:57 AM

Beautiful poem, congratulations

Andrea Dietrich

April 2, 2026 at 8:22 PM

Ahhh so sweet. Soothing as a lullabye. Big congrats in the contest

Frank Sheehan

April 2, 2026 at 7:40 PM

Wonderful write. Nice rhythm and flow. Nothing like a good cup of tea. Thanks for posting. Enjoyed.

Kim Rodrigues

April 2, 2026 at 10:40 AM

Ahh some tea brewing! Hugs

Daniel Henry Rodgers

April 2, 2026 at 10:18 AM

Dear Nette, I love the sensory anchor of the "round pot of clay" really grounds the shift from the day's "toil" into that floating, twilight headspace. It’s an interesting pairing, the sharpness of mint and Earl Grey cutting through the heavy, warm feel of the tea. A wonderful rhythmic release into being content. Now I need a cup of tea. Blessings, Daniel