The Tea Room

A cup of tea beneath a burning lantern

As large moths circle erratically with grace

The walls left blank for our imagination

Scant particles of wonder now made complete

A strand of light caught in a spider’s web

Elaborate dragnet for tiny aerial creatures

Reflecting prism trapped within sticky fiber

Your ancient heart held in broken windows

Created beauty made richer for the viewer

Revealed with dust and portrayed in time

The poetry of passion painted with grandeur

Reciting each verse in your divine theatre

Written for Poetry Jam

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9 Responses to The Tea Room

  1. peggygoetz says:

    I assume this is a collection of individual poems that each capture a moment. Very nice. I like the all. Thanks for visiting my blog as well.

  2. Mary says:

    I am wondering about moths and a spider’s web in a tearoom. It strikes me as perhaps beautiful to see, but I am not sure I would enjoy drinking tea there.

  3. Gabriella says:

    I picture a quiet and quaint tea room and wonder why the spiders and large moths seem so much at home there.

  4. thotpurge says:

    Oh I see a terrace, late evening, cup of tea and the wonder of twilight …love the first one!

  5. Sumana Roy says:

    ‘divine theatre’ indeed when the burning lamp is the setting sun….a cup of tea in this amazing openness is heavenly…

  6. Gillena Cox says:

    I must say your poem paints quite an interesting picture, visually appealing like a page pulled out of a book from a classical writer

    Much love…

  7. Alan,

    I’m inclined to think that this teaoom, is more likely to be an old church or temple. A place of comfort for the soul; perhaps there are paintings which reflect these thoughts…A very placid piece of writing…


  8. maryannpotter says:

    My goodness, this was lovely! That divine theater will stay with me…

  9. Donna Smith says:

    I could picture the moths under an outdoor canopy in the evening, dark with “walls left blank. Then I began viewing a deserted house – things left behind and webs and other small things laced with the dust of time, becoming visible now. I think more reading is required to meld the first and second together for me, but still an intriguing poem of a peaceful place. Reading it again…
    Could it be I should be looking for a less literal meaning? Not real moths? Not a real lantern? The heart and broken window? Beauty revealed? The true divine theater now made complete? It is now coming together for me – even if it is not your intent, this makes it profound in my eye.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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