A little thing like
the dust on your coffee cup
makes the yearn bleed fresh.
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Friday, September 9, 2011
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
16 comments:
I weep for an unused coffee cup!
I am not a coffee drinker but I can relate to that yearning ~
I understand...the small things can cut upon the yearning for something much larger
You give your own stylistic flavor to this form, yet you keep the sense of small details holding a larger meaning. This is a particularly subtle and solid haiku, with its sense of displacement and absence.
Oh Ode to a cup of coffee!
Coffee can be addictive. The cup will be used in time!
Hank
lovely lines...nicely crafted words!
a yearning for coffee? :) i have that too.. two cups gets me through office hours!
love it!
I think there's much more to this than coffee.
Nice. So true too.
I gave up coffee, and chocolate for 6 months when I found out I was having twins, the day after they were born I drank coffee and ate 3 pds of chocolate, nonstop
Oh my gosh. This is awesome. Seriously, you made me feel so much with just a few words. I am in awe of poets who can do this!
You just made me want to write a haiku. They are wonderful little vehicles for emotion.
So true. The little things catch you when you're not prepared.
It is those innocuous things that really take you unaware.
This is devestating.
Instant breath catch.
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