New Poem


I pour the whole
of my experiences
into a teacup.
The pleasant aroma
is deceptive.
Bitterness resides throughout
and it seems as if
no amount of sugar or lemon
can bring the flavor to the surface.
I’d see myself reflected
in the brown, tainted water
searching for the bottom,
only creating

Copyright 2006 January G. O'Neil


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