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Sun Tea
Michael Escoubas


days are
long under
widening blue
spotted with cotton,
Mother pulls down her big
clear fruit jar sitting shelf high,
pumps in fresh falls of well water,
throws in six tea bags, bows to the sun
till nectar tumbles down mountains of ice.

© by Michael Escoubas.
Used with the author's permission.



Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. He writes poetry because, early in life, his mother encouraged him. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. He is the author of six collections; the most recent is Ripples Into the Light, a collection partnered with photographs by Vandana Bajikar and designed to “rest the soul and calm the spirit.” Michael is Senior Editor and Book Reviewer at Quill and Parchment, an online poetry journal. He lives in Illinois.



Post New Comment:
aah, how neat is this, such a good form to use and your words are perfect. Thank you
Posted 07/13/2016 02:59 PM
Wilda Morris:
Excellent etheree! Makes me thirsty for a big glass of iced tea!
Posted 07/13/2016 08:37 AM
This is really a good one, Michael. Can just see that transformation taking place and "nectar tumbling down mountains of ice." Perfect for today.
Posted 07/12/2016 09:04 PM
Fun form...the "Etheree"!!!
Posted 07/12/2016 08:19 AM
Belinda Veldman:
Made me smile ...
Posted 07/12/2016 06:47 AM
Extraordinary,indeed! Lov'd it! Thanks, Michael.
Posted 07/12/2016 06:28 AM

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