I did a bunch of things unrelated to poetry for most of the day. I guess that’s most days. I did end up with a bowl of a really tasty bean soup made with some leftover lamb and some smoked turkey bones I had – that made a good dinner. Worked on the web-based project. Sometimes troubleshooting is more like shooting-a-ghost-in-a-hypothetical-barrel. As in – no answers found. But work arounds we got in plenty so it’s all good.
Regret
why didn’t I finish my coffee?
It was the perfect temp
and so full of hope
once.
and a short version of a short poem:
forgotten coffee –
what started out so perfect
and full of hope – cold.
Apparently I took no photos other than of my soup so here’s a view from last year.
My cup of tea is cooling now. I better take a sip while it’s perfect.
Carpe the damn tea
“Regret” is a wonderful example of good line-breaks and beats.
I appreciate that feedback! It felt good saying it aloud which is a success in my book.