The Teabag and the Kettle

March 2, 2010
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The Teabag and the Kettle

A teabag did sit unashamedly,
Lustfully, longing love of another,
But not returned, but was maybe faintly…
I loved one. Wanted love from no other.

A teabag of Bengal spice and soft herbs
Was common in the quaint cupboard drawer.
I did fantasize being with hors d’oeuvres,
In fine ceramic ware and fine saucer.

I longed for the gleaming silver kettle!
Oh, her robust and curvaceous figure,
Spout’s lofty whistle whom none did nettle.
On tenterhooks of loves callous décor.

And so one day did I? Yes, I did brew.
Afterwards cast away for someone new…

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QuiltCocoon said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 6:14 pm
It made me laugh with joy. That's always a good thing, right? But I love the tongue-in-cheek creativity of it all. I think that was the root of my happiness.
Majora replied...
Mar. 16, 2010 at 8:44 pm
Thanks. I am glad you enjoyed it!
“Unless your heart, your soul, and your whole being are behind every decision you make, the words from your mouth will be empty, and each action will be meaningless. Truth and confidence are the roots of happiness.”
Milo! said...
Mar. 7, 2010 at 8:23 pm
Oh my gosh. Your poem is amazing! I really like the end.
Majora replied...
Mar. 16, 2010 at 8:31 pm
Thanks. The ending is woeful but true in all senses of impure love. For is it love at all if we "brew" for the pleasure of brewing and then leave for someone else?
If we love at all, love with all you have to give, but first, love within the mind, but in a chaste and moral way.
Majora replied...
Mar. 16, 2010 at 8:34 pm
“Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
Robert Heinlein
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