Bone- China

by N J Thornton   Jul 11, 2007


Bitter tea echoes
in a bone-china cup
as defrosting fingernails

tinkle the rim,

drip...

drop...

drip.

Crisp blue patterns
follow eyes; frosted

and sodden leaves hint
a bygone scent.

As the blunt contours
of pride and dignity

rest in
powder porcelain.

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  • 17 years ago

    by TrUtH hUrTs

    HEY this is a real nice thought proviking poem i read after a really long time. well done

  • 17 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Hmm. I would just like to point out I love tea.

    Silver J, what deep thought were you pondering with this poem. It makes me curious to know what goes inside that crazy, astract mind of yours.

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