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!