I watch the currents swirling in my cup,
particulate borne by heat in thermal swell,
I know that I shall write; my mind’s made up:
a poem, though where it ends, I cannot tell.
I could write of the poignancy of time
which seems forever, until it seems nought,
or of God’s love, which reaches me in rhyme
but seems to flee the moment it is sought:
the way it is is not as I was taught.
The way it is is not as I was taught
at Sunday school: a big man in the sky
who elevates the righteous, as he ought
and smites miscreants from his home on high.
There is no hell, and heaven is a dream
best found within rather than looking up,
the simple actions are the most sublime:
small miracles I sip, with trembling lip
I watch the currents swirling in my cup.
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Written for dVerse
Tonight, Laura hosts Meeting the Bar, and asks us to write a Novelinee. This is a poetic form invented by Sarah Rayburn, and Laura explains in full how to write one. I liked the sound of this form, so I looked at a few examples and began to write, without really thinking about the subject matter. You may consider this a formal stream-of-consciousness poem.
I cheated a bit at the end by using half-rhyme, as I seemed to have rhymed myself into a corner!
The featured image is of the actual cup of tea which inspired the poem – Earl Grey, in case you’re wondering 🙂
Join us at dVerse to read more Novelinee poems, and try your hand at writing your own…