Without Honey Poem by Zyw Zywa

Without Honey



We had tea without honey
The conversation dragged
What did you say? I asked
and he said it again

What could he mean? Searching
for clues, I prolonged the failure
of clear thoughts
by looking around

In the bar mirror, I saw a thread
of my scarf on my coat
It was like a scratch
There's no sense in talking

if you behave like this, I'll go
my friend said and he went
Fifteen minutes later I got up
The tea had become cold

Monday, January 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: farewell
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For CW #8 --- Collection 'Freend'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 28 January 2019

Again a Bitter Aftertaste. Dashingly worded poem. Your tea will become cold constantly. A fantastic poem. Thanks for sharing, Zywa.

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