It happened when I ran out of tea bags yesterday...(there's a story version to it too, which I'm still working on).
These little things
Gray, blurred
In retrospect.
Facial expressions are fallible,
harder to translate than
sentences in
a foreign tongue.
Recalling things is
rather impossible
when you
can’t keep up with words.
These days they float
Like unfiltered tea-leaves in a cup
Left to settle after
A violent stir.
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I like the imagery of the tea leaves settling down. A storm in a tea cup! This is beautiful Nimms.
To me things are always gray. I have tried finding the white or the black in it but as you say, expressions are never unambiguous. Things are as they are.
Sometimes it isn't necessary to look back. It isn't necessary to analyze. It is necessary to let it be and move on :-)
I think I know which storm you refer to.
Thanks. Looking forward to tips :)
the imagery is excellent!
the Second Comming effect huh?
looking foreward for the prose version.
Finish it quickly and post it.
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