All poems have legs
Some stride purposefully so:
Others. Like this. Don't.
The tinkling of teaspoon on china - there's nothing that sounds any finer. ☕
A haiku beckons,
"Come, sit with me for a while"
And reader, I did.
You are now entering Sipping, population 1, twinned with Supping. ☕
Sunshine through the blinds
Casts Day's barcode onto me:
I stand to be scanned.
Like driving down a pothole-free road (if you're old enough to recall such a thing). ☕
Society dreams:
Voices lost to glowing screens,
Folks just stare at them.
In a blow to the news, scientists have discovered that drinking tea reduces your head-lines. ☕
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is a fear of long words.
Don't have nightmares...