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The whistling kettle calls to me.
Telling me it's time for tea
I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf
As I try to decide what to have for myself
What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup?
Lemony and citrusy?
Minty and refreshing?
Earthy and nutty?
Fruity and floral?
Settling with vanilla spice,
A steamy waterfall
A hint of honey
To sweeten the pot
The sweet aroma rose up
Smelling sugary and sweet.
Cupping the potion
Raising it to my lips
Taking small sips
I felt the warmth
Course through my veins.
Washing away the stress
Replacing it with bliss
Like my mind is at a spa
Bathing in a hot spring.
For a moment, time froze.
The world stands still.
Embracing the peace
Brought by a cup of tea.

Comments (3)
I loved everything about your poem. Through your writing, you painted the Tinkerbell tea cup in your mind and filled it with tea from the whistling kettle, which brings a sense of peace and tranquility to the world. The aroma of the tea, infused with vanilla spice and honey, fills the cup, allowing the savor of the tea to fill the mind and bring a sense of calm. Well done!!!
It's neat how reading a good description of a cup of tea makes me feel like I've just had tea. ☕️
Actually a cup of tea is for mental health.