Novelinee #poetry #dVerse

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 ๐Ÿ™‚

Join us at dVerse to read more Novelinee poems, and try your hand at writing your own…

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  1. This is so meditative… just like a cup of tea can be. I love how you took the challenge of writing the whole two stanzas, and how you managed to close it all. Religion is for sure getting more and more difficult the more you understand.

  2. loved reading this, Ingrid – like watching every nuance of the teacup. you have put together some lovely lines and your repeats are especially lyrical. (our poems reflect each other rather coincidentally)

  3. I love how this went from looking at your cup of tea to reflecting on how belief is found not so much in doctrine (or indoctrination), but rather from contemplation of. . .well, tea!

    And Earl Grey, just like Capt. Picard! ๐Ÿ˜€

      1. I used to love it but years ago, and I didnโ€™t see much of that series. I do like Patrick Stewart though: he reads sonnets well ๐Ÿ˜„

  4. So profound and true; I especially like these lines:

    but seems to flee the moment it is sought
    and
    the simple actions are the most sublime

  5. These trying times do cause us to question our prescribed faith.
    Ah. we strive on and the words become written. We get the job done

    Much๐Ÿ’–lovr

  6. This is beautiful Ingrid! I love the way it swirls a long like the particulates in your cup on the thermal draughts of your thoughts. And the rhymes work in so subtly. I certainly wasn’t distracted by the half rhyme at the end.

  7. Ingrid,
    So poignant, especially the wistful “or of Godโ€™s love, which reaches me in rhyme/but seems to flee the moment it is sought:” And the image of the tea swirling, brilliant.
    pax,
    dora

  8. I love the details of your musing while sipping tea. I really like this part of heaven

    best found within rather than looking up,
    the simple actions are the most sublime:

  9. You perfectly captured how our mind wanders when we stop for just a cup of tea โ˜บ๏ธ I love these lines

    There is no hell, and heaven is a dream
    best found within rather than looking up

    Yes, I think the space program took care of a lot of what we were taught as children ๐Ÿคฃ There is no big grey haired man in the sky!

  10. and began to write, without really
    thinking about the subject matter

    Love the classic way of your going about it. It beats any possible writer’s block and it runs smooth. Wonderful 2 stanza write, Ingrid!

    Hank

  11. Beautifully written Ingrid! I love your musings and where your mind runs. I think the delusions in our faith often come in the details that we were made to believe is exactly the way it was and is…. Your writing of the elusiveness of God is and experience we can all relate to a times in our lives. Well done.

  12. The Divine discovered in simple and unexpected moments is the most sublime, yes.โœจ This poem is gorgeous!
    “where it ends, I cannot tell.” ~ isn’t that the truth and what a wonderful journey of discovery it is. ๐Ÿ’–

    BTW-a writing workshop participant wrote a beautiful piece today about tea (comparing herself to a cup of tea). A motif for the day. I really need a cup of tea now, despite the heat! ๐Ÿ˜„

      1. Yes, iced tea does help to cool it down, except the caffeine keeps me awake. ๐Ÿ˜† Love a warm cup of herbal tea on a cold afternoon. When the weather drops to the 70s. ๐Ÿ˜‚

  13. Great write Ingrid, very thoughtful and engaging. You are walking in tight step with me about the whole fundamentalists heaven hell thing. Driven by fear and insecurity, obsessively and desperately trying to explain the unknowable.

  14. This is a beautiful poem, Ingrid! I love the rhyme and rhythm and sentiment, it reminds me so much of the classic poets of old. I love the image of the thoughts swirling in the cup then outward so expansively, into the past and back again. Wonderful ๐Ÿ™‚

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