Tag: coffee
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Poetic Bloomings Dances a Quadrille
7:15 Coffee is made. Plates on the table. Radio’s on, but silence takes over. The dog sniffs the air; falls back to sleep. A morning cough from upstairs, emptying lungs of sleep. Rain drips from the gutter as I sip coffee. Silence never tasted so good. © Misky 2016, 3 August: Quadrille, 44 words.
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Poetic Bloomings – Form: “Boketto” as a Senryu
Drinking Coffee as the Big Tent Goes Up I’m in vertigo — falling, Meditating on bubbles, A swallow of embossed night. Foam, right across An expanse, pretty As silk cheer and wakefulness. Calliopes and coffee, Hold that thought. written for Poetic Bloomings, Poetry Form: Boketto, which consists of two stanzas, One of five…