11-15-2025, 02:43 AM
"Ode to my Teacup"
Oh fragile vessel of ash-bound clay,
More precious are you than gold any day!
Tho lovelier still is what you bring;
That stained elixir that makes me sing,
Whose darkling aromas restore my wit
as with marmalade'd toast, I do sit.
Through vacant day, as I gaze into space,
You wait beside me in privileged place.
Into you I pour, from china pot,
An Asiatic brew, piping hot;
All day long, I return for refills,
To steep my brain in your tea-leaf swirls.
Until one day I slip or stumble
and treasured chalice takes a tumble--
A chip, a crack, a total smash;
So sad, too bad, into the trash.
To my hand another cup shall rise,
As valued as that which just demised.
Not really looking for serious feedback on this, but is it properly lyrical, and does my meter hold? I have so much trouble with that ::pensive::
Oh fragile vessel of ash-bound clay,
More precious are you than gold any day!
Tho lovelier still is what you bring;
That stained elixir that makes me sing,
Whose darkling aromas restore my wit
as with marmalade'd toast, I do sit.
Through vacant day, as I gaze into space,
You wait beside me in privileged place.
Into you I pour, from china pot,
An Asiatic brew, piping hot;
All day long, I return for refills,
To steep my brain in your tea-leaf swirls.
Until one day I slip or stumble
and treasured chalice takes a tumble--
A chip, a crack, a total smash;
So sad, too bad, into the trash.
To my hand another cup shall rise,
As valued as that which just demised.
Not really looking for serious feedback on this, but is it properly lyrical, and does my meter hold? I have so much trouble with that ::pensive::