A Piece of Peace in Tea


I’m on a poetic soul cleanse kick, so I thought I’d keep it up.  This one is far more abstract that the other stuff lately, but that’s fine.  Nothing specific sparked this one though.

(Also.  I hate tea.  Just letting you all know,  Bean water > Leaf water.  Coffee all the way, homies.)

Anyhoo, here’s the poem.


A Piece of Peace in Tea

I water down my boiling blood with a quick
sip of poetry—let off some steam while I
boil the tea. I’ve never been one to put leaves
in my drink—reminds me of the way I find
words in my soup. Words in my sky. Words
in my blood.
Today is different. Today is a tea day—sip it, don’t spill it, wouldn’t
want to make a mess in someone else’s kitchen.
This is where I live, but this is not my home. My home
is on the inside—my home is my mind. I am at
peace wherever my words can be formed—I
am home when I am on paper. My peace is in
poetry traced in the constellations of my freckles
& scars—marks on my skin that form the
only alphabet I need to write my piece.


Hope you guys liked it!  Thank you for reading!  I love and appreciate anyone that reads my work–it means a lot to me!

2 thoughts on “A Piece of Peace in Tea

  1. One of my faves.. tea becomes you. Sharing becomes you.,
    Loved our meeting. Checking on our next one–Wed July 18 at 4:15, right?
    Thank you for sharing so much
    Your notebooks
    Your style of writing
    Your organizational techniques
    I played with crossing out words from a 2012 poem this week. Very interesting!

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