Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Tea or Coffee?

"Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world” - Tien Yiheng

For many people coffee is the first drink of the day - a morning ritual before the day can really start. Whether they use a coffee press, a Nespresso machine or a coffee pot with filters, this is one of the things they would never forego before leaving home.

“The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual 
of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of 
brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the 
day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake”. - Ron Padgett

For a friend of mine, tea is the only acceptable morning drink is tea. Similarly millions of people pour steaming water over tea bags or loose leaf tea, wait for their favorite blend to brew before they slowly sip their nectar. 


I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.

Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.

I like the questions – sugar? – milk? –
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.

Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,

as the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.” - Carol Ann Duffy

Today, I’d like you to write about coffee or tea. Are a tea or a coffee person? Do you have favorite blends or brands? Who makes coffee in your household? Is it part of your morning ritual?

Write about your first cup in the morning, or a special event that happened when you were drinking either at home or in a café. Share your fist cup of the day with us.

After writing your poem, post your link below. And in the spirit of community, visit others as well.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Looking Back

Peggy from Southern California here.   I hope you are all up for a challenge.

This week go back to a year in the past and write a poem about your life  or life in general at that time. Perhaps the year you graduated from high school or when you started your first job or the year you got married. Think about what was different then from now. Use the year somewhere in the title.

Perhaps tell us about what was going on in your town or city, or what you remember from the national or international news. What were people wearing? What music was popular?  Were people around you patriotic or perhaps protesting? Was it a time of new growth and prosperity. Or did it seem things would never change?  Was it a time of danger and upheaval?

Or if you like, choose one time and place and tell us what it was like for you. Was it a year you spent rebuilding your first car? Or one you spent studying in a library or competing in some sport? Since we come from places all around the world I am sure we can cover a wide variety of experiences and times.

Please write new poem and post it on your blog. Link it below and go around and see what other people wrote about.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The EYES Have It!

Student Work - Scholastic Art Exhibit

Recently I went to a Scholastic Student art exhibit of works from art by young people who were aged 13 to 18.  I was truly amazed at some of their creations.  One thing that struck me about some of them were the EYES in their drawings or paintings.  They were often very striking.  But then again this should not be a surprise, as isn't one of the first things we notice about a person when we meet them the EYES?  At least that is true for me.

I remember, when I was a child, my mother would always say, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." (And, ha, I believe she was right.) When I researched that saying, I found that forms of it go all the way back to 3rd Century BC in Greek.  Here are a few more quotes:

The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. -- Marcel  Proust

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. — Leonardo da Vinci

Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes doesn't mean he lacks vision.  -- Stevie Wonder

The eyes are the windows to the soul.  --  William Shakespeare

Student work - Scholastic Art Exhibit

This week I would like you to write a NEW poem about eyes.  A mother's caring eyes.  A father's stern eyes.  A child's innocent eyes.  A lover's warm eyes.  Eyes of God.  Cold eyes.   Open eyes.  Closed eyes.  Squinting eyes.  Blind eyes.  Inner Eye.

Write your poem, link it, make a comment below, and visit other poets!  Looking forward to reading (with my eyes) what you share.