Haiku about waiting in a coffee-house

Thursday, October 4th, 2007 UTC

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


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

  1. Mr. Queasy Says:

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

  2. mittens Says:

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

  3. Mr. Queasy Says:

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

  4. mittens Says:

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

  5. Mr. Queasy Says:

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

  6. mittens Says:

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

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

  8. Mr. Queasy Says:


    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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