A poem inspired by an episode of Mad Men

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Today I am going to be brave and post a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It, seriously, was inspired by an episode of Mad Men. Go figure.

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I wish I’d known that was the last time.
I would have worn my red dress
And painted my nails
And worn lipstick.
Instead I was wearing my flannel nightshirt
And my hair wasn’t just right.
Our death
Was hidden in the
Tea leaves left behind.
Signs of the future
Camouflaged in the past.
Twisted around in the present.
Around me everywhere.
I was just too blind to see.
I wish I’d know that was the last time.

 

Tea Ceremony – a poem

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Tea Ceremony

On my mat in the temple
The tea’s steam rises.
It points the way.
The path is not straight.
Not easy.
It silently winds around
Nothing.
Imaginary unseen
Obstacles.
Unseen mountains
Where it meets
Snowflakes
Making their way down
To earth.