Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the kettle is hissing wildly
just prior to the whistle blow
the ground Blue Krishna from Bali
is waiting in the French press

the kettle is rocking to and fro
like a poorly timed Kia engine
insisting I get up from my poem
put down the pen, turn off the natural gas

the whistle is a new age shrieking banshee
it screams for me to pour the boiling water
but my thoughts are caught in mid-stream
so I put up with the racket a few more eternal seconds

as the poem fizzles into nothingness, this
once promising stream of ethereal percolation
now just a blind man stumbling without a cane
and I am forced to admit to myself

not all thoughts have a prism-like brilliance
rainbow beginnings don't always lead to a beautiful day
No. this is nothing but this trick I like to play on myself
I've not kept writing to leave a gem for posterity

but for nothing more than satisfying a primal urge

Oh I have done the same . let it slip away never to be found and it almost real and on target ,just how I wanted dancing in my brain for a moment .Yup, can relate!

I love the description of the tea kettle
Kind of makes me want to meddle
Ask you a thousand questions

In general
This is part of distraction
Why I don't drive
Because
My mind wanders
The buffalo roam

I liked how cozy it was for a minute
Having tea with you

thanx ghost and c-soul....always a pleasure