If you make tea for people returning from a flower viewing, displaying a painting of flowers or birds, or a flower arrangement in the tearoom is inappropriate.
In music —
sometimes I see
how moonlight is spilled
like silver in sea
or I watch how an orchard
is blooming a Monday in May,
a symphony might
also,
be perfumed
with attar of roses
or the musk of a mistress
found in a love-letter
hidden, forgotten;
A sonata might bring me
the rains of November,
or the tears of rejection
a Sunday in June.
The electric guitar
playing a solo
might be the tenderloin beef
grilled to perfection
and eaten with friends.
the woodwind
is often redder than wine,
and those drums taste
better than tiramisu.
That’s why my tea
should be served
with nothing but sugar of silence
intimacy
and you.
Tea Time by James Tissot
This is written for toads, where I have failed miserably in writing one poem per day.
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April 27, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh, the imagery!
“nothing but sugar of silence,”… this is such a beautifully constructed poem, Bjorn! 💝🌠 Each image more captivating than the previous! 😀
I don’t care if you write only one poem all month – if it’s this poem. Could anything be more beautiful?
I like a lot your closing lines. “my tea should be served with (I’ll skip the sugar and silence) intimacy and you.” Sounds so nice, I might not would have wanted the tea.
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Wonderful, Björn! There is so much to praise, it’s hard to choose just one or two lines. The final lines are so romantic.
Beautiful descriptions and i adore the final stanza! Excellent conclusion.
This is lovely. It’s true how hearing specific music cam bring us back to times gone by, but nothing compares to immediate intimacy.❣️👍🙏
Wonderfully sensuous.