The Poet & The Teacup
Poems & Poets
Crash!
Most passersby see a broken teacup,
Broken at least in the eyes of the world.
Others pass it by
Aware only of its broken-ness
And it’s useless-ness.
A poet sees it as it was
In all its Delft-like glory
And tries to mend this broken teacup,
Restoring a sense of teacup-ness
To these scattered pieces.
A poet can restore
The shared commonality between
The scattered parts.
Excuse the cracks and careless chips.
I tried the best I could
Poems & Poets
I wish there were other words
To describe a noble endeavour
That does not cheapen the art.
A poor excuse for the real thing
But the best I have to offer.
Bones and beads from a leather pouch
Lay scattered on the sand
To guide my wandering pen.
It works as well as expected.
Better to follow the bones
Than to rely on inspiration.
They can be equally effective.