September Challenge 2: Breakfast Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps September 11, 2011 Use your imagination to give us a new perspective on the first meal of the day - breakfast. haiku, senryu and tanka. Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments lee11 September 2011 at 03:13baconon the grillmy dietand waistdisappearReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAlex Ryan13 September 2011 at 16:01fresh juice scent -awakening of sensesfirst thingthat we clung to motherfor the first glassReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAlex Ryan13 September 2011 at 16:08silver mist paintfrom my brushin reckless splashes ...oh how I lament that myhouse was a masterpieceReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBelindaBroughton14 September 2011 at 16:00early morningfeeding the foundling magpie while its parents singReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBelindaBroughton14 September 2011 at 16:07on dawn pillowsa cup of tea on her chestmy motherReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAlex Ryan15 September 2011 at 17:16familiar aromaof brewed coffeeat the cafemasks the dread ofthe first day back at workReplyDeleteRepliesReplyathena16 September 2011 at 21:11at the doorwetlands duckswaiting for breakfastReplyDeleteRepliesReplyathena16 September 2011 at 21:15a warm rugaround your kneesI bring youbreakfast in the gardennever mind about mineReplyDeleteRepliesReplyathena16 September 2011 at 23:36unable to face a lonely tableso earlynow you are goneso has my morning mealReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment
bacon
ReplyDeleteon the grill
my diet
and waist
disappear
fresh juice scent -
ReplyDeleteawakening of senses
first thing
that we clung to mother
for the first glass
silver mist paint
ReplyDeletefrom my brush
in reckless splashes ...
oh how I lament that my
house was a masterpiece
early morning
ReplyDeletefeeding the foundling magpie
while its parents sing
on dawn pillows
ReplyDeletea cup of tea on her chest
my mother
familiar aroma
ReplyDeleteof brewed coffee
at the cafe
masks the dread of
the first day back at work
at the door
ReplyDeletewetlands ducks
waiting for breakfast
a warm rug
ReplyDeletearound your knees
I bring you
breakfast in the garden
never mind about mine
unable to face
ReplyDeletea lonely table
so early
now you are gone
so has my morning meal