Coffee
Black coffee
Grown so far away
Yet I feel your warmth
…
Fruits of the Earth
Bought and burned
Pulverized and ingested.
…
The South may be warm,
But it is not without cold.
Please never leave.
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A Quiet morning
You arrive and decide to return.
A Hectic evening
…
I was tired of doing Limericks, so I’m branching out. Yes, I am aware that these Haikus are not in the traditional format, but I’m not trying to stick to that. I only wish to be minimal and write these for my own relaxation. Anyway, I hope this will make me post more often and then you will all know that I’m still alive (and caffeinated.)
January 25th, 2009 at 5:59 pm
Hey Jay! Glad to hear you are still caffeinated… I’m not sure if you have to be alive for that! How are things? We need to talk soon sometime… I’ve been crazy busy too… hope all is well!
January 25th, 2009 at 8:46 pm
Yeah dude,
Is that one of those hand blown double layer super insulated glass coffee vessels?
I have one myself, Lovely thing.
January 26th, 2009 at 9:00 am
Yes, my mug… I enjoy it so. I know that you appreciate the loving embrace of a good mug ,Davin, especially considering the sensual nature of your past coffee themed writing.
February 16th, 2009 at 1:21 am
UPDATE: My mug met with tragedy whilst it was being given a bath. It was so fragile, I knew the day would come. Just, not yet. Unexpected. Hold your mug tight Jay, hold it so tight.