The black coffee mug

Sitting here in the back row
Watching and waiting as events unfold 
Anticipating the wild stories yet to be told
Wondering if the cup is growing mold

The thought of smelling a cup
That everyone’s already touched
Triggers a compulsive tinge of disgust 
But who am I to put up a fuss

Live show & tell writing prompt while at the California Writers’s club meeting. 

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Decent, Descent ~ #Tanka #Poem

Twenty-nine people
Didn’t have the decency
To notice or say

My ‘S’ letter went missing
Conveying the wrong message

 

– Whether it was a simple oversight or you were being too polite, it’s alright I still appreciated the like and fodder to write. 😀 😝

Sweet Tart

When life gives you lemons
It’d be a real shame
To make boring lemonade
With a squeeze of citrusy heaven

That’d be sort of lame
When there’s so much more
Just waiting to be made
As tastebuds would say, explore

These Meyers beauties
Are simply the best
To refresh the experienced,
Yet lazy chef with their zest

———

Amongst the birds of paradise
Ideas take flight
Back in the kitchen tonight
To satisfy, please and delight

Aplenty stowed as frozen cubes
At the ready, drop and infuse
They’ll decide what to do
When they want to be used

——

Desert is where I like to start
How about slice of meringue
Sweets always fulfill the heart
No, curd & custard aren’t the same

Ponder that puckered thought
While I add a twist to my cosmopolitan
To top it off until they stop
Thinking about being antioxidants

Free radicals write poetry instead
Sipping on lemon water once again
To purge toxic silliness from my head
Always wanting to be fed and read