Dreams & Delusions…

Tea Party

Poe sneered,
“No, that would never do.  Not dark or ambiguous enough.”
Dickinson lamented,
“Your thoughts are poison, immoral and useless to the greater good.”
Hemingway drunkenly laughed and baltered,
“Write yourself to oblivion, you’ll find the meaning someday.”
Osho and Rumi sat in quiet philosophy, too patient to be ruffled.
I wrote in scribbles that carved into the dark wooden table, and wondered what sanity would be like, if I were able…
I’d suddenly had enough.
I flipped the table, spilled the hot tea all over me, and screamed,
“Fuck off!  Leave me be!”
They stared, then laughed at me.
“Now you know, now you see.”

~Antanya

Advertisements

9 responses

  1. Lisa

    And there goes the kitchen table again.

    January 20, 2016 at 12:57 pm

    • Oh, shit! Would you like some tea? 😉

      January 20, 2016 at 1:10 pm

      • Lisa

        No! Anarchy in the UK!

        January 20, 2016 at 1:11 pm

      • Hahaha! ❤🔥

        January 20, 2016 at 1:14 pm

      • Lisa

        January 20, 2016 at 1:18 pm

  2. This is great. Thank you.

    January 20, 2016 at 2:24 pm

  3. Osho and Rumi. Nice. 🙂

    January 21, 2016 at 5:21 am

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s