Life Is A Cup Of Tea

This poem is more of a whimsy and came to me as I was brewing my morning cuppa. But now that I think of it, it was probably TS Eliot's line 'I have measured out life with coffee spoons' that kickstarted this thought process.

A faint gurgle

A hiss

Dark Brown liquid

Cascades

A stream

Boiling hot

It falls into the

the depths of

A teacup.

Turbulent, Tumultous

Swirling

then settles down

slowly

gentlly swishing

Like Life

Blended

Like Life

The brew ready to drink

Steaming, sweating

Now moving

Now still

Like Life.