Linking Lunes

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Shared with Poets United

I thought I'd try my hand at lunes again. This poem can have a deeper metaphorical meaning if you want.. or not.. It's up to you I guess.. ;)

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As you sit
Enjoy the silence and peace
Sip your tea

Turn off phones
Disconnect from the outside world
Drink your tea

Discover new books
Stories you didn't know existed
Enjoy your tea

Smile at memories
Cry a little bit, too
No more tea

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Comments

  1. Natašek27 April 2014 at 19:14

    very warm, books and tea, but the end is a bit sad, it all runs out.

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  2. Susie Clevenger27 April 2014 at 19:33

    Love this...each could stand alone, but as written have a wonderful progression

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  3. brudberg27 April 2014 at 21:12

    Ah.. love the use of tea in the last line.. the progression of consuming tea.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky27 April 2014 at 22:06

    Love this progression and the calm feeling of enjoying tea........

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  5. Susan27 April 2014 at 23:33

    I was sorry the tea was gone at the end. I was enjoying its solitary pursuits and restfulness. I will go and make some more.

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  6. scotthastiepoet28 April 2014 at 00:08

    Nice form and touching work... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  7. Anonymous28 April 2014 at 02:00

    Each step in the process is a choice to be made,

    Elizabeth

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  8. madhumakhi28 April 2014 at 03:34

    Tea is a beverage that rakes up nostalgia for times gone by. It's a brew of leisure, isn't it? I love the way you've used it as a synecdoche to remind us to sit back, relax and take in the world around us.

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  9. Sumana Roy28 April 2014 at 07:53

    love the tranquility the words weave.. :)

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  10. hyperCRYPTICal30 April 2014 at 12:12

    Lovely. Sometime sad when the tea runs out...
    Anna :o]

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