If I pour myself a cup of tea
I stop
Just before I reach the top
If I let the taps run to fill a bath
I turn them off
Before it reaches the brim
Slide beneath
I can still fit me
Without overspill that would need me to clean
Mop
Stop
That which is not required
Is wasted
And that which is wasted
Feels wrong
It is easy to pour ourselves out though
Never stopping
Until we are gone
Gone
Go..
*and it happens a lot. Pouring ourselves into endless cups or even just one, until it overflows, trickling down the side of a cheek, perhaps our own.
Hmm, that’s a thoughtful piece!
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“Pouring ourselves into endless cups or even just one, until it overflows, trickling down the side of a cheek, perhaps our own.” Simply beautiful
Thanks Laura 😊
I liked this. But as an Englishman tea is a ritual! 🤣
Yes of course..I love tea – just don’t over pour 😊
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Great poem! I definitely feel that overpour from time to time!
Thanks Katy I think we all do. 😊
When you run do you use up all your energy or save some for the remainder of the day?
Oddly enough the more I run and the further the greater the energy I have Len. I eat pure fuel though – oats and fruit and veges and lots of water. It’s like creativity – all forms of energy – the more you use the more appears to fill the void. There is a breaking in period of course but after that…boundless
Beautiful 💚 and that pouring of ourselves can be exhausting~you’re fueling your soul though. PS~I just had my tea. Sip sip hooray. 💚
Tea is such a lovely thing to sip – love my tea too 🌱
I like this one. 🙂
Thanks Widds 😊
I like the flow of this piece.
Thanks 😊
So good!
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Thanks 😊