Micropoetry

Brew My Day

by morning light

Viraji Ogodapola
The Howling Owl
Published in
1 min readSep 20, 2023

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When the morning breaks in splendour over a tea estate — Haputhale, Sri Lanka. Pic by Samadi Withanage — used with permission.

When the heavens cascade in spells magic
the light that I catch, shall be mine — alone
spare my one dawn, from tolling bells tragic
brew my spirit tender — warmly forlorn
dice on a roll, life to whittle — borne
in grace, down the steppes of teal mint leaves fresh
steal my sight, feast my eyes — on hues afresh
when blends of tea seep into froth and through
broken¹

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Viraji Ogodapola
The Howling Owl

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