05-22-2015, 11:08 PM
I think the first two replies are looking for something that isn't there or intended to be there. It is a simple look into a cup of tea and thinking about how many of us float between the common (those at the bottom of the cup) and higher stratums of society (those at the top of the cup). The last line is just a realization that in the end it doesn't matter we all die (end up at the bottom of the strainer). My issue with this poem is I struggle with the imagery of leaves and the solitary nature of those that rise and fall. I also thought about how those at the top of the cup have a view of the sky but lack the contact with others. If anyone could help me extend the metaphor without it becoming too heavy, I would appreciate the help. Or you could tell me it is just off track in general.