Posted in Life Musings, poetry

Tea Party

I wrote this poem during my high school days when I was in my third depression, and when I found what an incredible healing tool writing could be. The 14th stanza (I’ve put it in bold.) has become a mantra for me when life splits at the seams.

(Woab! I just had a metacognition flash typing that paragraph: The act of finding something beautiful in a terrible time reflects the poem’s message itself. I found writing in my depression. [Oh, the isometric beauty!])

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Homophone Horrors

The butterfly pea flower makes a lovely purplish-blue drink which turns pink if citrus is added.

Butterfly pea

Makes an excellent tea,

Unless you are three.

Then butterfly pee

Sounds rather nasty,

And will make you scream,

“No, no, mommy!”

There is hardly a taste to the tea. The color is what makes it fun. I think it would be fun to make natural “rainbow lemonades.”

What is a homophone that lead to a mishappeing to your life?