Tea is one of my absolute favorite beverages in the entire history of the world. And it has a lot of history! But that isn't what this poem is about. I wrote this poem to simply sing the praises of this wonderful and richly cultured drink with a poetry and grace all its own.
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It starts with the smell;
Embracing warmth, wet vapors,
The richness of the earth.
Leaves steeped in hot water,
An old ritual, as old as bones.
Simple, comforting, protecting.
Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter.
As different as the cup that contains it;
As unique as the tongue that tastes it.
A line of history and culture
That ties our globe together.
Enjoy a cup of tea.
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Crysta Coburn
Crysta K. Coburn has been writing award-winning stories for most of her life. She is a journalist, fiction writer, poet, playwright, editor, podcaster, and occasional lyricist. She co-hosts the popular paranormal podcast Haunted Mitten.
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Ode to a Matcha Latte
Matcha (抹茶) is the Japanese word for green tea, specifically when the tea is made from finely powdered green tea leaves. Matcha is highly caffeinated. To make the tea, the powder is dissolved in hot water. But matcha powder is also used to flavor several food items like cake and ice cream. It is also a popular latte here in the west!
By Crysta Coburn4 years ago in Poets
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Who doesn't love a cuppa? Perfectly described.