11-15-2025, 02:43 AM
"Ode to my Teacup" (revised)
Oh fragile cup of ash-bound clay,
more precious far than gold, I say!
Tho lovelier still is what you bring;
That stained elixir that makes me sing,
whose darkling aromas restore my wit
as with my marmalade on toast I sit.
Through vacant day, as I gaze into space,
you wait beside me in privileged place.
Into you I pour from my china pot
an Asiatic brew so dark and 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.
older versions
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 cup of ash-bound clay,
more precious far than gold, I say!
Tho lovelier still is what you bring;
That stained elixir that makes me sing,
whose darkling aromas restore my wit
as with my marmalade on toast I sit.
Through vacant day, as I gaze into space,
you wait beside me in privileged place.
Into you I pour from my china pot
an Asiatic brew so dark and 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.
older versions
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::

