In a cup.

In a cup.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A storm in a tea cup
was no more
a cup of coffee poured
contemplating
a jug of possibilities
while the tea leaves
were read.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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imagining would lies ahead for a day in the life...
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you J for your words.
i can see her .... masaging the air over the steaming drink ... tea leaves floating .. coffee ring sloshing .. mmmmmmmmm sees all she does ;) nice fun, occult read for me this morning Andrew! first read of the day and me imagination is up and painting :))))))) thanks!
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Thank you Gene, a thunderous good morning to you.😀

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andrew mitchell

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