"My naturopath recommends green tea,"
she said, "but I hate the taste."
So I gave her a box of
pomegranate raspberry green tea.
Not for the anti-oxidants
(though it's got plenty)
but for heart. The ruby glisten
of healthy tissue. Clean white bones.
The roundness of intact rind. We are
such delicate fruit. And teabags
are frail banners to raise in this storm.
Pomegranate raspberry green tea
doesn't cure cancer, but it tastes like hope.
--image by Thanasis Anastasiou courtesy of Read Write Poem
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Monday, November 30, 2009
Pomegranate Raspberry Green Tea
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now that is beautiful....
Pomegranate raspberry green tea
doesn't cure cancer, but it tastes like hope.
Such a beautiful image. Thanks!
I want to taste hope, I want to taste hope, I want to taste hope!
(Unrelated, sort of, is that I am in a play that is about the impact of the AIDS epidemic in the mid-80's and my twelve-year-old daughter went on a rant about people dying from lack of hope... I think she needs some of your tea!)
We are
such delicate fruit. And teabags
are frail banners to raise in this storm
This is such a beautiful and apt image for battling illness...thank you.
I love the delicate calm of this poem, which subtly speaks of the need for hope and balance in one's life, even in the small things, like enjoying tea, and how health comes out of these small things ("And teabags are frail banners to raise in this storm").
Nice. Like a good tea, lovely and earthy.
very tastee...thanks for sharig this
Yes,this poem is a little gem.
A real beauty!
This poem speaks of hope and comfort and I am sharing it with my husband who is currently fighting cancer, seeing a naturopath and drinking green tea. Hope can move mountains and lift one's spirits. Thank you for this gift, Tiel!
Hope is a wonderful taste. Beautiful!
Gentle words, beautiful images and tasty tea!
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