a cup of tea–dVerse Poetics I


 

Photo by Alamy

Photo by Alamy

a cup of tea

grandmother cradles her favorite tea-cup—
the orange painted flowers fading now
like memories
like poppy petals swirling of a windy evening

gauzy curtains flutter in the breeze
filtering thoughts of years long gone
of faces forgotten
of a lover’s touch
of hope now crushed

outside, alone, a child plays
wispy curls dancing like leaves
in the zephyr

a dog howls
echoes grandmother’s fear
echoes grandmother’s longing

alone she sits
clasps still the cup
with painted orange flowers, takes a long slow sip
of tea, now tepid

Photo: Pinterest

Photo: Pinterest

Claudia is offering a fun prompt at dVerse Poetics , asking us to be story-tellers, using one of a number of subjects in the story. This is my first link, using “a  cup painted with orange flowers.” Okay, it’s not a fun poem, so I will be posting a second one to a different subject. Make that subjects. Stop by and see what others have come up with.

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30 thoughts on “a cup of tea–dVerse Poetics I

  1. Barry Dawson says:

    The loneliness and perceived desolation of hope is deeply felt here.

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  2. Jamie Dedes says:

    Proundly touching.

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  3. ManicDdaily says:

    Very poignant. k.

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  4. The loneliness and isolation that so many like her live every day. Beautiful visuals…I collect tea cups and some of my favourites are my grandmother’s.

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  5. I don’t think I ever finished a cup of tea that wasn’t tepid. You just made me realize that…interesting.

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  6. arushiahuja says:

    beautiful!! my grama had a cup almost like that instead it had blue flowers… i remeber her having it forever as long as my memory goes!

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  7. Rallentanda says:

    Too sad. I don’t want to get old.There is just too much sadness in reality.
    Very good poem.

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  8. I love this nostalgic and sweet story. The cup is definitely a central character. The photo fits the cup-character and the story perfectly!

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  9. arathi says:

    you have captured the loneliness of old age beautifully..:)

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  10. Bryan Ens says:

    I get the feeling that she is rather lonely. Great piece!

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  11. Thank goodness the emotions seem to be the last part of the mind to go..in times like this..after all is said and done..anyway..language..and identity are secondary to the LOVE in now.i think..i feel now for sure..after only thinking before..without blessed human feelings!2!..:)

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  12. Sumana Roy says:

    the lines wonderfully hold distilled emotion, beauty and sadness…an exquisite write Victoria…

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  13. billgncs says:

    this is just lovely – it really touched me

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  14. Jeff says:

    Very powerful emotions here–and that closing stanza is absolutely perfect. Great work!

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  15. rmp says:

    this is lovely…touching and sad…

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  16. Sara v says:

    So beautiful! And the way you tied the feelings to images, your words and analogies are brilliant!

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  17. Grace says:

    Very sad story but beautifully told in a fresh new way ~ Your words are never tepid Victoria ~

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  18. Beautifully expressed with such sadness

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  19. Beautiful! Lots of images and greatly written. 🙂

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  20. Love the ending:

    “a dog howls
    echoes grandmother’s fear
    echoes grandmother’s longing

    alone she sits
    clasps still the cup
    with painted orange flowers, takes a long slow sip
    of tea, now tepid”

    Really effective transfer/sharing of emotion. You gave me that sinking feeling at the end.

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  21. Myrna says:

    This one may not have been funny, but it sure is beautiful, filled with charm and gently reminding us of days to come.

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  22. Andrew says:

    What you state, is that being an old woman is to be fearful and melancholic. I don’t believe that is true. I believe a person sitting like that, appearing as the woman in the photo, can have the time of her life. So the poem did not appeal to me.

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  23. Glenn Buttkus says:

    A lovely sad & heartfelt piece; nice departure from the busy, whacky, & bizarre place most of us headed out for/in/around/adjacent to; like the lines /wispy curls dancing like leaves/in the zephyr/.

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  24. claudia says:

    actually, i bought a cup with orange painted flowers on the potters market last year and somehow there’s this sense of comfort… the emotions are def. palpable in yours…the sadness, detachment.. glad you’re joining us… smiles

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  25. Gabriella says:

    This is a beautiful poem, Victoria. I like the wistful tone. Now sad that all she now seems to have are her memories. I wonder whether that teacup has special memories attached to it.

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  26. Somehow the tepidness of the tea emphasize the sadness of aging better than anything else… it’s like the he longing and memories have sucked the energy from her…

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  27. Mary says:

    As I read your poem, I feel the reflective loneliness of the grandmother as she drinks her tea. I like the connection with the child and the dog outside, which momentarily causes the grandmother’s mind to wander…thus forgetting about drinking her tea.

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  28. brian miller says:

    oh you tugged at my heart with gramma’s story….ruminating the memories of other times….of feelings she once felt…i also felt her a bit detached, maybe lonely in her home, alone…

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  29. That shape of cup always did let the tea go cold too quickly!

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  30. Mohana says:

    stirs up so many images, and memories. a nostalgic piece!

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