Blackrose

My tea cup?

Tuesday 20th August 2019 4:25 pm

Cripple paper between my fingers ,,
Red roses with thorns ..
Black top to match my sock,
I seek your face between the maze,
Soft laughters engulfing the fields ...
A body with out a face ,,I'm emotional now
Sitting at a table, sipping my tea....
I wait ,,,I wait on you to give u my cup of tea...
Smile for me, smile so I could see,,,,
See beyond the sea ...my seven cups of tea
My cup is empty ,,you're not even here to see me,why haven't u not forgiven me ,,
Surrounded with black rose ,with your demons playing there songs

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Insanity? ►

Comments

Don Matthews

Wed 21st Aug 2019 00:36

An interesting poem blackrose with a lot going on.

Both yours and Adam's comments raise an interesting point about the site. Some of us are very open and don't mind questions/ambiguities/replies thrown up on a public stage. Some are newcomers and just feeling their way. The private message system maybe caters for what blackrose terms ' can we continue this somewhere else??'. Both systems have been helpful to me - says the great WOL advisor of old......?

blackrose

Tue 20th Aug 2019 17:24

thank you,but its okay none taken,,,i do appriate your question though,,,but can we continue this somewhere else??

Adam Rabinowitz

Tue 20th Aug 2019 17:07

I like the sound and emotion of this poem. It feels wistful with regret and a lump of desire stirred into the liquid. Thank you for sharing.

Did you mean the double negative in the why haven't you not? (always a bit scary to ask this sort of question here...please don't take offense...i always wish people pointed out ambiguity or questioned things I wrote).

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