Hot Tea and Toast

 

herein lies a

conceptual

emotional

winding

a woollen complexity

rough on the tongue

dry in the throat

a faux love

a preternatural writhing

a knocking on the inner skull with hammers

little god diggers

and

gold wishers

driving within to my without

taking aim

hmmm

it doesn’t take a brain surgeon

to see

that the only solution

here

is hot tea and toast

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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

24 thoughts on “Hot Tea and Toast

  1. Poet, you got such rhythm, I think in the end that’s why I love your stuff, it’s compulsive reading right to the end when a lot of poetry on blogs I just skim. Yours I read, because it keeps the eyes and the brain and the heart moving. I wish you well with your hot tea and toast; myself, I am going for another home-brewed cappuccino.

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    1. thankyou
      I need to avoid the home brew 🙂
      too many gives me a furry tongue (but o how i love the bitter hot nip)
      which is also a symptom of my underlying disorder
      depicted by that last poem of internal noise !

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  2. I get the visual of all the external things that drag you through the day. And all of those annoyances that rub you the wrong way. So your respite is a cup of Earl grey and Rye. I Like it!

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