nice lyrical little piece, falling down the page kind of like tea leaves sinking. the grounding of the ground with brown is a sweet little surprise. i wonder if a fuller stop would show well at 'others', and then a coordination, like,
... others,
they couldn't hang on
longer.
... i do see that you don't want the formal punctuation, but the line breaks work as punctuation anyway and this one has a kind of 1930's easy feeling to it and maybe could be formed out in the more obvious way, without it seeming contrived.
ah, the gypsies read the future from the tea leaves left in the cup so basically, if you use tea bags, you have no future, lol I did not think it was all that sad, just a little melancholy
Well, this poem basically started at the bottom and then dug a hole! It's always darkest before the blah, blah, blah . . . now if I were a reader of tea leaves, and I am not saying that I am, but for the sake of this review, let us assume that I am, I would venture to say, hazard a guess, posit an opinion . . . oh what da'hell, I am just stalling because this poem is just so depressing I can't rub two thoughts together.
So, good job. Now I am depressed . . . I hope you are "happy" now! :-)
As a tea-tottler, and one-time seasonal depressive (it spans all seasons now! lol) I must say I LOVE this piece. It's a great tumbling down the rabbit hole kind of feel for me.... it's lovely. Faving this gem for sure. Peace~~
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