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Yay Words! 
morning tea
a spring garden’s
noisy quiet
kettle of green leaves
some charity and comfort…
morning with monks
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
summoning
the genie of my teapot …
Monday morning
steam rising
from the tea kettle
I watch
my inner demons
nitpick the evening calm
steeping tea . . .
I sit and chat
with my inner demons
***
steeping tea
in this moment
my inner demons
call for truce
I loved the tanka, especially the last two lines:
“my inner demons
nitpick the evening calm”
Beautiful as always Kathy.
I can relate! Well written, Kathy! 🙂
I no longer ask for signs.
Cicadas thrum
your name.
I never liked tea.
The smell
–aroma, you’d say–
condenses in my eyes.
The phone
again.
heavy snow-
in the tea’s steam,
refugee tents
fixing breakfast…
from the kettle spout
pops a genie
Watching for Spring
in the silence. I become caught. in the swirl of a sleepless night. a late winter dream. becoming mist. against the sound of a warm breeze. in the window reflection. I watch my breath. in this silence. I become caught. in the swirl of a dreamless night. waiting for spring.
restless
the first sign of spring
I sip mint tea
reading to the class
childhood stories
reach a new generation
Yes!
steam rises up
a warning
I look away
no one
calls my name
this morning . . .
as the kettle whistles
I walk like a zombie
old woman the faint scent of tea
tempest in a teapot —
my mother
serves me decaf
at tea
I meet him
occasionally
I consider
myself a lady
but I do not
even know
how to pour tea
Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
There is always a proper way to do things. I would love to learn the tea ceremony.
I consider
myself a lady
but I do not
even know
how to pour tea