Tea Party
Sipping slowly, smoothly sliding
slowly seeping, warmth colliding
’round the dark and sleepy morning
stretching, reaching, open yawning
smokey mist, rising air
no thought of international affair
or scandalous harbor party brewing
from lip of mug to lips of me
slowly, sleepily, drained of tea
Am a tea lover and this poem is rhythm correct.!!
I’m a tea lover too! I collect tea cups and saucers (as well as books). I’ve been obsessed with rhythm in poetry since I was 10. Sometimes it would keep me awake at night. I still remember the weight lifted off my shoulders in high school when I first learned that poems didn’t have to rhyme.