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Poetic Form: Free Verse
Inspired: 2023 December 17
Image: Royal Alberts by Antiques & Teacups 
Antiques And Teacups: Dating Royal Albert Old Country Roses

It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after overwhelming luminous glare fainted a somewhat true-to-life footpath in a back of structured quaintness Encountering myself at a passionate spring oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky bosom chasms sufficed with furtherance laden gifts of living courses tunneling down from motherly mountains snow-fed delight toppings by the Almighty everlasting tears of joyfulness A wooden bucket welcoming the shedding edges of joy tickling evanescence seized accumulates in remnants of an oak tree sacrifice to tender this righteous wink A pair of raw souls saunters off and atop between nature and humankind be its a causation of overgrowth naturing a devoted father beheld visions ere nights dreamt blueprints of a raised walkway that'll be free from the earth that nears and will muddle during rainy bits A wooden back door with its top half made of glass panes that are partway colorfully stained whereby venturesome peeks The Bachelor Sun that highlights a maiden placing a bucket filled with living waters atop its confident scaffolding Humming blends of a mild soprano that pleasures a coursing of an audience assembled of bestilled inanimate sightless to a wandering spirit ladling fine splashing of immersing waters in metallic holdings nearly drowns the voicing A kettle name changer makes its caring way to a blackened cast iron stove where it idles anticipating a fiery embrace an instants satisfaction appeals to exiting humming sounds opening and shutting a back door to calm Femineity graces a tree full of yellowish bitter orbs that scented stared intensity when lookovers are at play and the focus is The Merengue on meringue as reaching, tugs to pluck then an array of clay pots fresh minty clump spray is freed one A Welcome mat is stepped and scrubbed off as the inconsequential door is troubled to ignorance as it's reared-bumped so to soften its abrupt closing to skirts pleating as yellow and green eases on a sturdy wood nigh shiny sharpy's that's purposed A room goes barren of its occupant as a humming bestilled to quietude as the venue exchanges to the adjacent parlor reserved activity traces to age in a chair made of comforting wools as daintiness bows to a whisper "Dad, Mom will be home shortly and I making some tea and it will be ready soon then I will bring it in for us to enjoy and hopefully mom will be here okay I'll be back Dad" A man well in years staring blankly at a young woman that he smiles with no reasoning or purpose as absence seals the void of a parlor familiarity Humming restores the adjacent room to its reawakening delights to a mindful of self-amusement and resolve to attend the cool waters be first trends to a pleasing heat and safely transfer it from metal kettle to a porcelain fine teapot A wired mesh gets filled with dried Pekoe tea leaves that are carefully hung in a Royal Alberts Chinaware teapot as a toaster pop-up freshly heated wheat that is swiftly buttered on porcelain platters A car rounds a driveway and parks to ensuing car door sounding and footsteps That back door again becomes active "Baby girl where are you?" "I'm out in the backyard needing a final touch I'll be in shortly Mom" A back door closes rearing a Bachelor Sun shone it set its wedding ring to Solar beams in accommodating a most blessed occasioning A mother wheels in their mentor of love a daughter places a well-adorned tea settings of Royal Alberts Chinaware while Mom opens a store-bought Teacakes and put on saucers while her younger half still smiling pours orange tea that instant a Pekoe's redolence's a parlor and its occupants handheld loving prays Almighty a daughter a Mom a Dad ... He who dreamt a quaint structure a daughter a love mentor and Tea Time at The Jones

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Date: 12/18/2023 1:28:00 PM
Damn... this must have taken a while to construct, I wonder if you had to sacrifice certain words to get the shape you wanted.. very creative young man!
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Date: 12/19/2023 8:03:00 AM
Silent One, Yes, I'd been dropping hints of it in the interim of comments, and to the 2nd point, yes, and to that was one line near the end if you take a look, I wanted 'Almighty' and of the totality of words, I sacrificed one word was, 'prayers' for prays, and as you can see the slight deformity, and to the 3rd and final point, 'twas easy, just type out one cup design and you'll (Continue --->
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Date: 12/19/2023 8:02:00 AM
<--- Continue) see how it falls into play with the top line being the longest line down to the shortest--all left aligned, then using the 'center' option which in turn created the illusionary 'cupping' formation -- voila! A bit similar to my other long concrete designed as Cocoons titled 'Tender Start, Beautiful End'. Thanks for your time with this baby. Aloha, William
Date: 12/18/2023 5:42:00 AM
Your rare poetic approach has captured my attention. Your inventive teapot use and teamaking provide a great backdrop for your story. You have a talent for word imagery. Your creative abilities reflect a charming family tradition and a grand tea gathering. William, I admire your tremendous work and lovely story. A fave
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Date: 12/18/2023 7:03:00 AM
I have always admired your reviews, Lasaad, as it encourages the recipient. As I've mentioned to others, the daughter portrayed in this tale, she's my wife. After I noted a contest about drinks tea in particular, in soft recalls I wrote that piece yesterday. She catered to him and was a doting daughter at times when I saw them together. I honored the family request for her be buried (Continue--->
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Date: 12/18/2023 7:02:00 AM
<---Continue) next to him. Mind you that it is a tale, he was not sickly until much later in life. So close to Christmas with my memories--thanks for the Fave, my friend. Mele Kalikimaka a Hau'oli Maka Hiki hou 2024, Aloha, William
Date: 12/18/2023 4:37:00 AM
This is a wonderful painting you created my friend. Your descriptions bring to fore a joyous family tradition and delightful celebration of tea. A FAVE from me for this tremendous effort and a lovely story, William.
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Date: 12/18/2023 6:48:00 AM
Thanks for Fave--sorry ran otta posting space
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Date: 12/18/2023 4:51:00 AM
I am grateful, Vijay. The daughter is my wife I portrayed her true essence to her dad as the doting child--who's not ill until much later in life. He lost her homebody/ness to me since she was carrying our son/firstborn. When she passed, I honored the family's request, so she's buried next to her dad. A tribute via this tale I'd pictured just yesterday in soft recalls. Aloha my friend., William
Date: 12/17/2023 10:33:00 PM
Hilo poet.... This is an amazing and incredible piece of art and a wonderful composition! You have presented a family scene and the bond of a daughter, Dad and Mom and their coming together and their sharing of some jovial moments over a cup of tea served in cups of Royal Alberts Chinaware. You stay much above my level. So I couldn't follow exactly what you have in mind. But I know you are delving deep into the memories of a beautiful time past. The artistry of the lay out and narration... both are superb and deserve great appreciation.
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Date: 12/17/2023 10:53:00 PM
Hi Valsa. The depicted daughter was my wife and in this rendering, I'm capturing the doting and catering spirit she had toward her dad --who was not ill until later in his life. He lost her miha because she was carrying our son/firstborn so she stayed with us. Later, I let her family bury her next to her dad. Thanks so much for your wonderful expressive review, my friend. Aloha, William
Date: 12/17/2023 4:33:00 PM
Wow the skill, discipline and passion it surely takes to write this amazing poem is incredible. Great job.
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Date: 12/17/2023 5:55:00 PM
Karen, your courtesies reflect a righteous past surrounded by love. Aloha, William
Date: 12/17/2023 2:31:00 PM
Goodness Billy you put some time into this bad boy. Kudos my pal
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Date: 12/17/2023 4:25:00 PM
Hey, Woody. The daughter I mention here is my actual wife. I am describing her catering spirit to her dad--not sickly at that time, and her decision to stay was because she was carrying our son. I let her be buried with her dad. Thanks for checking in. Aloha, William
Date: 12/17/2023 2:26:00 PM
I've never seen this form of poetry before and am impressed with what you've created. Using a teapot and making tea was a delightful backdrop for the story you're telling. I love tea and teapots and have my aunt's, bequeathed to me just a year ago. As I read your poem, I could see perhaps a bride, smell the Pekoe tea, and eating tea cakes. Lovely creation, William. Have a pleasant evening, Sara
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Date: 12/17/2023 4:15:00 PM
Hi, Sara. The daughter depicted is my wife and I stole her dad's miha back to the States as I showed the doting spirit she had with her dad. Her decision to stay was because she was carrying our son and I allowed the family to have her buried next to her dad. Thanks once more, my friend. Aloha, William

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