About This Blog

The title of this blog, "what a cup of tea" is a line in a poem I wrote (shown below) inspired by the story of a ranger who burned her lover's letter and started a catastrophic forest fire. A cup of tea is a lot like life. It can be warm and comforting, just the thing on a cold winter's morn. When offered a cup of tea as a gesture of hospitality, one is obligated as an expression of good manners to accept graciously. And yet, that cup of tea can be cause for dismay, because it's just one more thing that one didn't expect to be so disappointing. So, I've styled this blog "what a cup of tea" as a commentary on what I've encountered in life. Life gets served up, and sometimes I'm delighted and inspired, uplifted even. And other times, I am in utter dismay. I'd be interested in reading what you think. Please feel free to comment here.

Playing one game
after another
she claims to meditate
upon the tiles
which ones to move
to reveal the quadruple play
intellect rationalized
self removed
Sonambulant, she rises

Suburban episodes
strung together
like beads
on a rosary
Pray for love
live for hope
pray for second chances
hope, to live
pray for relief
from duty
and the small stuff
all the small stuff
that bind the days
like bandages
hung out to dry
twisting in the wind
into the wind

Lives the smoldering furor
’neath the tall pine trees
lives the little danger
on the forest floor
all the things
that will n’er be
disappointment at dawn
what a cup of tea
the unfolding of a letter
plain words upon plain paper
the unraveling of a lifeline
to stall means to conk out
all the things that will not be
They will not be

Amidst the forest thirsty
rising from branches fallen
smoke and ashes
invite tears
or is it her breaking heart
bending her in agony
that morphs fears to tears
It doesn’t matter
there is no going back
All the things that will not be
They will not be

Up a forest
smoking goes
her heart
her head
their homes
their dreams
too late
and hate
The toll of love
all that’s left
to relate
n’er a romance
nor morality play
Only a story
in minor key
contemporary tale
of no escape

Lelanda Lee
April 30, 2004