Friday, September 9, 2011

Coffee Cup

A little thing like
the dust on your coffee cup
makes the yearn bleed fresh.

For Haiku Heights

16 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I weep for an unused coffee cup!

Grace said...

I am not a coffee drinker but I can relate to that yearning ~

Susie Clevenger said...

I understand...the small things can cut upon the yearning for something much larger

hedgewitch said...

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.

iblogmoore (Amanda Moore) said...

Oh Ode to a cup of coffee!

kaykuala said...

Coffee can be addictive. The cup will be used in time!

Hank

Kalyan said...

lovely lines...nicely crafted words!

Leo said...

a yearning for coffee? :) i have that too.. two cups gets me through office hours!

ayala said...

love it!

Laurie Kolp said...

I think there's much more to this than coffee.

Fred said...

Nice. So true too.

Christine said...

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

Shawna said...

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.

Nara Malone said...

So true. The little things catch you when you're not prepared.

Tara R. said...

It is those innocuous things that really take you unaware.

Evelyn said...

This is devestating.
Instant breath catch.