Lament lament — my beautiful little Taiwanese teapot.
What it meant? In it steeped leaves of tea — elixir for my sleepy soul,
waking heaven frontiers — from clay, mindfully wrought.
Breaking after seven years — seeped tears — an err from a blinded soul.
Every morning — this ritual of mine.
Grievously mourning — scattered unseen shards — amongst the stench of trash.
Potion it contained — virtual shrine.
Notion explained — badgered sheen in cosmic graveyards — for it is now proverbial ash.
Exclaim delight! I discover something peculiar.
Ending plight — Japanese, beautiful little teapot — within, a scaffolding mesh.
Special pot — handle and spout, perpendicular.
Thrilled at my lot — ease this has brought — restoring the flesh.
New passage — this middle path taken.
Knew the sage — a new leaf turned — fresh leaves to brew
Gleam in sight — in my new-found enchanted haven.
Glean insight — lessons of life learned — finding what is true.
22 August 2009