A Cracked Teacup
Poetry on the Consequences of War
Battles rage in the present day.
Breakfast in the morning.
A breakfast teacup bears witness to war.
Battles that tear—but do not define.
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Teacup
Morning ritual, bliss
Breakfast sip, chipped
Porcelain sides crumble
Currents rippling through Earl Grey tea
Fallen
Teacup
Cracks in the perfect porcelain
White chips, small and silent
Shimmer in the light
Still joined.
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Which object in your life has been a witness to change or loss, yet remained?
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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