Yes, I’ve posted this elsewhere a long time back, and originally wrote it an even longer time back. But since I haven’t posted anything here in quite a while (too busy enjoying the east coast summer) I repost …
Ode to tea
There is no better thing than tea
insinuates into your life
its dull and dreary knife.
Try passing a drab little while
with a sip of camomile;
Consider all that might have been
with tea that’s Asian and sea green.
Remember Eros’ faded feeling
with nostalgic Darjeeling;
or recall a rose blushed May
with bergmoted Earl of Grey.
When loving limbs don’t wrap behind you
and absent amour cannot find you,
bear it with a stoic grin
and a cup of fragrant jasmine.
Herbal brews can wipe a tear,
and soothingly uplift and cheer
until you’re almost feeling merry
with tea black currant or strawberry.
Hibiscus, rose, cherry blossom,
alone, or in a blended sum
with berries elder or of rasp,
brewed as tea unloose the clasp
of sadly solitary days
and banish your self-doubting haze.
Tea orange pekoe, or ginseng
will amaze by how they bring
the uncompanioned right back to
a far less desperate point of view.
Thus they say that simple tea
cures the heart remarkably;
and if it can’t a lover find,
at least it helps you not to mind
the lacklustre state of self
you endure upon the shelf
of sweethearts who’ve been set aside.
Let gentle tea become your bride,
or husband, as the case may be,
though flesh it cannot ever be,
at least you’ll hold your cup of tea.