Reading tea leaves of a penultimate verse.

Reading tea leaves of a penultimate verse.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What mantric path
follows the elegy
of a soon to be -
dead write
that once circulated
uncharted waters
by a pen in mouth, pondering.
Where knowledge was a
teacup that poured
from above, and
wisdoms thoughts
that followed, born
filtered through
carried on an Om.
There lies on reading
the tea leaves - the verse
from beginning to end
turned on it’s head
kicking up dust
while I played
with the words.

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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Added on October 23, 2021
Last Updated on October 27, 2021


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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