Iced Lemon Tea
The tang,
the chill,
the sweetness
A small beverage,
a medley of
concoctions,
blending
seamlessly,
perfectly.
The initial
slaking of
thirst,
ice cool,
chilling,
soothing.
The taste
of sweet tea,
gladdening
aching buds.
Then the
sourness
wipes out
that feeling of
bliss.
And when you
reach out again,
the cup is
empty.
And the sour
taste
lingers.
Lingers.
Spoiling
the memory,
the beautiful
taste
that existed
before.
This cup of
iced lemon tea.
Fin~
This was one of the poems I wrote to describe how I felt, together with Smile (if you look around for it in the poetry section). This was basically written to describe how the cruelty of defeat really destroys the fond memories created in the process of the way prior to the loss. It is typically like this that I phrase most of my poems, I use other objects to describe what I feel. Imagery.
The tang,
the chill,
the sweetness
A small beverage,
a medley of
concoctions,
blending
seamlessly,
perfectly.
The initial
slaking of
thirst,
ice cool,
chilling,
soothing.
The taste
of sweet tea,
gladdening
aching buds.
Then the
sourness
wipes out
that feeling of
bliss.
And when you
reach out again,
the cup is
empty.
And the sour
taste
lingers.
Lingers.
Spoiling
the memory,
the beautiful
taste
that existed
before.
This cup of
iced lemon tea.
Fin~
This was one of the poems I wrote to describe how I felt, together with Smile (if you look around for it in the poetry section). This was basically written to describe how the cruelty of defeat really destroys the fond memories created in the process of the way prior to the loss. It is typically like this that I phrase most of my poems, I use other objects to describe what I feel. Imagery.
