an acrostic tale by inky, taken out of his repository at allpoetry.com
Peering into the deep china cup
each white wisp formed a cloud in the liquid
rolling around before rising in the air
chances were our drinker could
envisage the future from her brew
peering at the bottom of her
tannin stained tea receptacle
if you were expecting coffee
our mystic would say you would be wrong
no real mystic could read the mud from a coffee.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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