Haiku about waiting in a coffee-house

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Chiming ceramic.
Stirring; shapes traced on the foam
of a lukewarm cup.

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8 Responses to “Haiku about waiting in a coffee-house”

  1. Mr. Queasy Says:
    Friday, October 5, 2007 at 6:16 am

    Morning, noon and night,
    poetry made in the act;
    it is coffee time.

  2. mittens Says:
    Saturday, October 6, 2007 at 10:14 pm

    Thoughts adrift, bygone,
    meander off and dissolve
    with the coffee’s fumes.

  3. Mr. Queasy Says:
    Sunday, October 7, 2007 at 9:02 am

    Steaming poetry,
    each sip from a cup is verse;
    ’tis coffee haiku.

  4. mittens Says:
    Sunday, October 7, 2007 at 9:50 pm

    Milky swirls unfurl
    telling stories, fairy tales
    in bitter perfume.

  5. Mr. Queasy Says:
    Sunday, October 7, 2007 at 10:00 pm

    A sugar cube drowns,
    in a sea of bitter love;
    their essence is one.

  6. mittens Says:
    Monday, October 8, 2007 at 7:38 pm

    Poured milk, gushing songs
    embedded in shades of beige;
    bitter brown turns mild.

  7. president bush Says:
    Monday, October 15, 2007 at 4:02 pm

    ow Im breaking with tears right now. It’s like seing the notebook for 2nd time.

  8. Mr. Queasy Says:
    Thursday, October 18, 2007 at 8:15 pm

    SIR-

    You are a true sentimentalist. But there is no way more proper to speak of coffee; or tea for that matter.

    ~Mr. Queasy,
    a quaint and whimsical fish for the time being.

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