Tea Time

Tea Time

A Poem by rubie

Tea Time

 

Dark amber tea in a glass,

neither half full nor half empty,

 

He smiles,

raises the column to his lips,

holding the thick base in slim fingers.

 

He sips like a wine taster,

drawing breath over the tea’s shoulder,

sucking Constant Comment through his teeth,

almost imperceptibly nibbling each sip,

invisibly swallowing.

 

His head tips back,

the tumbler bottom a Cyclops' monocle.

 

He lowers the empty glass

to the warped wooden table,

micro-maneuvering the base

into the dark, dry ring.

 

It knows where it belongs.

It just doesn’t know where it is.

 

He kisses his white napkin,

as if it were a prayer shawl

smiles enigmatically, and murmurs,

 

Chew one hundred times,

Write one hundred prayers.

 

 

© 2013 rubie


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What keen observation you have employed in this piece, Rubie. I felt myself at the table, sipping tea and peering through my own "Cyclop's monocle'. Tea time (or mug-up as we call it) is a ceremonial time where I come from and though my folks are passed, and with them many of our traditions, I still pause to enjoy a mug. This was very relaxing to read and warm like a cup of Tetley. I also relished in your references to The Great Masticator, Fletcher, and to the power of repetitive prayer (almost like offering penance). A lovely write... I'm off to fill the kettle :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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10 Years Ago

What a wonderful story. An old gentleman I still visit from time to time pours his tea from a saucer.. read more
rubie

10 Years Ago

This particular gentleman who inspired this piece was so deliberate and purposeful in his movements .. read more
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10 Years Ago

I can see that, in your piece and I see it in my friend here too. It's wonderful to observe.
wonderful sense of observation. you create a perfect image of the gentleman in the readers mind with details and precision. brilliant.

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your kind review and lovely praise which is much appreciated.
Woody

11 Years Ago

the pleasure is mine.
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Your sense of detail is astonishing and I enjoyed this very much. He kisses his white napkin,
as if it were a prayer shawl. That is one of several images that really stands out in this amazing poem. Great writing from you on this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for visiting my page. Your review is wonderful, and much appreciated!
You have a lovely way of creating a moment in time, very delicately.

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your kind words. I was inspired to write this piece as I watched a gentleman .. read more
The imagery is extremely engaging. "micro-maneuvering into the dark, dry ring" is my favorite.

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the kind words. Glad you like the imagery in this one, and that line is one o.. read more
Ditto dana....great observation....The key to being a great writer

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words and for stopping by! Much appreciated.
this observational style you have going here is beautiful, turning a simple moment into something rather profound. after all of the lovely imagery you throw in something profound and thought provoking:
"It knows where it belongs.
It just doesn’t know where it is."
those lines are absolutely lovely and had me reading this piece a second and third times to see if i could decode your message. i love the feeling you've developed in this piece and i look forward to reading more of your work!

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your most generous praise. Much appreciated.
He lowers the empty glass
to the warped wooden table,
micro-maneuvering the base
into the dark, dry ring.

It knows where it belongs.
It just doesn’t know where it is.

-- fantastic lines...so vivid and full of life bleeding imagery.

I love when people write the tangible, and do it in such a way as to make the mundane suddenly seem like a shimmering treasure washed up on the shore.

The last lines...that is where the metaphor really comes into view, and I am left with questions that I shall ponder (happily) for hours I am sure. I am glad to have found your writing...I will be subscribing to your work. Very nicely written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

You are most kind and generous in your praise. I appreciate the read very much!
A good ritual I guess and a good poem...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


rubie

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much. I appreciate the read and your comments....
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

My pleasure...Any time...:)

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