Monday, January 8, 2007

Steeping

The water
hot (that's the good part)
and wet (that's the important part)
drowns the leaves
and pieces of fruit
and... stuff (I'm never sure what is what)
the teabits sigh
making me wish that I was the stuff with which you make tea

4 comments:

Luke said...

I like the first bit. I don't like brackets in poems. That's about all.

David said...

You ended that poem in a preposition. What a literary faux-pas!
(Everyone's a critic, huh?)

KibBen said...

Fixed. :P

David said...

full marks!

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