Tea

Here goes the first one. This one is a little bit different from all the stuff I usually write, but an inspiration came to me one evening to write about my favourite beverage, after beer :D

I've made my net my home
Your breath sweeps through the holes
The air around me is dry
Water me down to make me alive

I'll infuse the water
Release my flavour
Don't push me down too deep
I'm just a bag of tea

I am made of many
Roots and flowers
Under the pressure
I release what's best of me

I've grown from the ground
Looked for the sun
I haven't died
'Cause now i feed your mind

My leaves have grown
To greet your dawn
The bees have flown
To brew the honey
And together we take
We take you into the night

Reviews

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Respect, Ljuki

I enjoy the flow in your poem. It is very creative, you embodied the reader in a bag of tea; giving him the feeling and the purpose of a caretaker/healer. I can also see it in a way that a bag of tea was not afraid to live its purpose. In a way , the message of your poem is live your self-set purpose and thrive while living it.

Keep writing.

[ljuky]

Thanks, Satoshi!

I'm am really glad that you liked it. I myself like the flow of it as well, given that I would like to put some music behind this poem.

And I am also glad that you caught the message of the poem that was actually not so much intentional, but it arose from the whole feeling of the poem.

I sure will keep on writing! : )

[Neal S]

I agree with Satoshi..It has purpose and when you find that purpose celebrate it. Nice visual and a great piece!

[ljuky]

Thanks, man!

I really appreciate it!

Cheers!