Ya know,
I’d write a love poem
to my morning coffee…
Except I don’t think
it would have a lot of words
Just some happy hummy noises
and the occasional sigh…
* * * * *
I found some words, 17 sylables of them:
This coffee, in bed.
Nothing but skin between me
and the sheets. Sublime.
In Praise of Puddles
Splishing, splashing, trickling, rippling
time to don my favourite rubber boots
to jump and leap and twirl and stomp
great big tidal waves to my ant friends
dangerous muddy lakes to my worm companions
lifespring of drinking water to the songbirds
but a source of childhood frivolity for me
while at the same time
a pavement mirror to my smiling face
O Joe where are thou
Morning Friend
Evening enemy
Mid-afternoon Jitter
Bold and Italian,
Flirty and Colombian,
Strong and French
Smooth and Mexican,
Devine and Hawaian,
you’re my international moment
My first delight
My moment of peace and quiet
Before all break loose and daily chaos sets in……
I love this! It gave me goose bumps and giggles, just as true love should!
It came to me just like that…. apparently the Joe finally kicked in…..