Feb 2014
I, this week, spied you lot in the trees.
'Twas around the time I found I enjoy teas.
You seem the sort of strays who'd like Earl Grey,
Who with I could spend a crisp winter's day.
~
Was a small thing to say 'hello'.
Of you, my ken, I hadn't found a fellow.
Gladly I find with you madness both fierce and gentle.
Mince words for season's things, I'll put on the kettle.
~
I take wild honey in my tea,
Toasty with a morsel of cream.
Not many know that about me.
Yes sir, it's quite a little scheme.
~
But somehow the wick of this id
Is found just here, boiled leaves amid.
Defined to me not in dark ink,
But on this glass's ivory brink.
'Twas around the time I found I enjoy teas.
You seem the sort of strays who'd like Earl Grey,
Who with I could spend a crisp winter's day.
~
Was a small thing to say 'hello'.
Of you, my ken, I hadn't found a fellow.
Gladly I find with you madness both fierce and gentle.
Mince words for season's things, I'll put on the kettle.
~
I take wild honey in my tea,
Toasty with a morsel of cream.
Not many know that about me.
Yes sir, it's quite a little scheme.
~
But somehow the wick of this id
Is found just here, boiled leaves amid.
Defined to me not in dark ink,
But on this glass's ivory brink.
-a train of quatrains-
This is a humble note of appreciation to this site. No poetry is not my forte, but I still feel more at home here among you people of verse than I often do in my circle of friends. Though I love them dearly for their heart, their nerve, and their honesty, I've never had a friend 'among my ken', meaning those who speak through ink. So, thank all of you for piecing this wonderful menagerie of poetic styles together & know that I, at least, am all the happier.
This is a humble note of appreciation to this site. No poetry is not my forte, but I still feel more at home here among you people of verse than I often do in my circle of friends. Though I love them dearly for their heart, their nerve, and their honesty, I've never had a friend 'among my ken', meaning those who speak through ink. So, thank all of you for piecing this wonderful menagerie of poetic styles together & know that I, at least, am all the happier.
