A tea bag in the ocean,
small, fragile, trembling in vastness,
its string a whisper,
its paper skin thin against the tide.
It carries a world of fragrance within,
spices and leaves gathered from distant hills,
yet when cast into infinity
its essence bleeds gently, unseen,
lost to the salt and surge.
The ocean does not change—
its roar unmoved, its deep unshaken—
but the tea bag, emptied of itself,
becomes a ghost of what it was.
And still, there is a quiet beauty:
the courage of the small
meeting the enormity of the endless,
the offering of all it holds,
though the waves may never taste it.
To give, even if unnoticed,
to dissolve, even if forgotten,
to color a sea that cannot be colored,
and yet still try,
is to become a living sacrifice,
holy and acceptable
to
God
Categories:
tea bag, beauty, bible, character, christian,
Form: Free verse
Such pleasure it gives yet thrown away
believe me it will happen to us all one day,
the only way out sadly is not alive
the secret being when in; how to survive,
my place of abode the teapot nice and round
in it one needs to ready the journey bound,
to leave one’s comfort zone mashed and up the spout
there’s always a way when need’s be; to get out!
© Harry J Horsman 2014
Categories:
tea bag, humor, political,
Form: Rhyme
Clock ticking
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive
Time to infuse the aroma
Sigh
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances
Categories:
tea bag, business, care, dedication, desire,
Form: Free verse
Brissels of Sugar
My invention
Drilect of Rights
Happiness
Sorrow
The Next Generation
Stupify
Categories:
tea bag, analogy,
Form: Carpe Diem
Somebody took my teabag,
the only one I had,
Just what kind of scuzzbag,
could be that much a cad?
I only had the one, you see,
and used it 18 times
now I got the problem,
of finding something that rhymes
Oh Bag-Thief, are you from Bagdad?
is that the reason why?
You want to get even with Bushie,
and so you make me cry?
Just send me my forlorn teabag,
no questions will I ask...
It is a simple thing I seek,
I'm sure you're up to this task
and a word to my dear friends,
on my grammer, punctuation, too,
may not be up to your standards,
and from this I'll try to eschew
but remember just one thing
under the sun there's little new
it"s a take it or leave it proposition,
that's what I have to say to you!!
Categories:
tea bag, adventure, angst, confusion, funny,
Form: Free verse