Showing posts from August, 2021

Morning Joe

 Tanka Tuesday #241   I never used to understand the American obsession with coffee.   I don’t mean the simple cup o’ Joe, black or creamed and sugared, steaming straight from the percolator into a mug.   No, I refer to the frapped, latted, extra shots of this and oat milk that; the $7 concoctions that may have begun life as “coffee” but are now far, far removed from their humble beany roots.     Then I had my eyes opened to a wider world, and now, a s I fall asleep, I find myself looking forward to morning, dreaming of, as Starbucks calls it, “That first sip feeling.”   I call it the first sip of bliss. Caramel frappe Drizzle sweet sticky topping Glorified milkshake Caffeine and calorie traps Tell yourself, It’s just coffee   ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

High Tide

 Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #373   Prompt words: Line and Toe   Thus far and no more My big toe crosses that line Where the wave ended     ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved