Thursday, September 8, 2011

morning head haiku

night poems fade
misty metaphors
fade into coffee steam


the Tired Monk
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12 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 8, 2011 at 11:02 AM

    Morning head at this end too, Ollie. I love this poem! The misty metaphors fading into steam. Good one.

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  2. AndreasSeptember 8, 2011 at 1:10 PM

    Sometimes coffee steam is just coffee steam.

    Excellent haiku, Ollie. I'm impressed - my haikus always suck.

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  3. Bethany AnnSeptember 9, 2011 at 5:33 PM

    nailed it.

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  4. ScarletSeptember 11, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    I like the misty metaphors fading ~

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  5. MarianSeptember 11, 2011 at 10:10 AM

    totally!

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  6. PhotoDictionSeptember 11, 2011 at 10:27 AM

    Beautiful haiku - and an apt description of many mornings. I'm always a better writer as I drift off to sleep. Until morning reveals all the flaws.

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  7. RavenblackSeptember 11, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    This is very good. Touches senses other than sight -- the mist, and then the smell of coffee.

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  8. Kerry O'ConnorSeptember 11, 2011 at 1:08 PM

    Just lovely... a moment lost in thought.

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 2:59 PM

    a reflective moment, fleeting as steam itself, yet made permanent here. i love how words can do that.
    'night poems' was the line for me, echoed in 'misty metaphors'

    *deep sigh.

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  10. WyomingDivaSeptember 11, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    Sounds like my early mornings!

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  11. Chronicles of IllusionsSeptember 11, 2011 at 8:36 PM

    great lines

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  12. patceganSeptember 14, 2011 at 5:12 PM

    I like this...a LOT! I always write my poetry about 5:30 am with lots of rich Brazilian coffee. Hugs, pat

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