Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

“Writing is a job, a talent, but it’s also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.” — Ann Patchett, “Truth and Beauty”

About Blue
by Kelly F. Barr

Blue can be a feeling of loneliness and sadness.
Blue can be a song about that very feeling;
Or it can be the sky on a sunny day, warm and clear–
Such a day can touch deep and bring healing
Of the lonely, sad soul.

Blue is a shiny gemstone dug from the richness of the earth.
Blue can be one of two birds — a bluebird or a jay;
Or it can be the sweet, round, juicy berries
From which mother bakes a pie in the month following May.
Some foods are blue, like blue cheese.

Blue can be the color of water in a glassy sea.
Blue can be the waves crashing on a crystal beach
Bubbling upon the sand and rolling toward my toes.
I play with the stretching tendrils, keeping just out of reach
And chasing them back to the ocean as they recede.

Blue can be the dress I wear to a special party.
Blue can be the color of my brother’s hair,
The cover of my favorite book or teacup.
It may even be the color of a comfortable chair.
Blue is beautiful to me.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit: If you live in Korea, you might be enjoying a cup of Chrysanthemum tea — a favorite tisane, which is said to help ease headaches and fever as well as refresh the brain.

Broken, But With Hope
by Kelly F. Barr

I slip into the dark pit,
Wanting to be left alone.
Angry and hurt, I’m unfit
for the company of others.

Pain and numbness beside me;
They are my companions.
I always thought I was smart,
But your deception I did not see.

Your lies cut to my soul.
You made me a fool.
I am left with one goal–
To heal and find myself again.

I must again be strong
Relying only on the One above;
From whom real love comes,
And to Him only, I belong.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s tea tidbit:
Tea tempers the spirits and harmonizes the mind, dispels lassitude and relieves fatigue, awakens thought and prevents drowsiness, lightens or refreshes
the body, and clears the perceptive faculties. —
Confucius

Fall and Holidays
by Kelly F. Barr

There’s a chill in the air,
Colorful leaves are everywhere.
Pumpkin is the feature flavor
Of drinks, desserts, and soup to savor.

Harvest time is nearly past;
The holidays approaching fast.
It’s my favorite time of the year
Drawing friends and family near.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit: “The spirit of the tea beverage is one of peace, comfort and refinement.”   — Arthur Gray

Song 
by Langston Hughes

Lovely, dark, and lonely one,
Bare your bosom to the sun.
Do not be afraid of light,
You are a child of night.

Open wide your arms to life,
Whirl in the wind of pain and strife,
Face the wall with the dark closed gate,
Beat with bare, brown fists–
And wait.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:
“Tea, tea, a wonderful drink, the more you have, the more you think,
the more you think, the better you write, so let’s drink tea
all day and night.” — Daniel Dalton

My Last Broken Heart
by Kelly F. Barr

He loves me, he loves me not.
My heart has taken another shot.
You’d think I would’ve learned by now
Not to fall for a romantic vow.

How many times past
Have I fallen too fast?
This will be my last heartbreak;
No more repeating the same mistakes.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

“All you’re supposed to do is every once in a while give the boys a little tea and sympathy.”     — Robert Anderson

Love From a Distance
by Kelly F. Barr

I stand beneath the night sky
And pick out the brightest star.
I imagine you staring at the very same
In the faraway place where you are.

We each whisper a simple prayer
As our hearts turn toward each other,
And our bond of love grows stronger–
A light no one and nothing can smother.

Tea and Poetry Tuesday

Today’s Tea Tidbit: “You are less likely to get a caffeine crash” when you drink tea as opposed to soda and coffee, due to the high levels of antioxidants in tea, which slow the absorption of caffeine giving a gentler increase of caffeine in your system and a longer period of alertness, with no crash at the end.”

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.