Cuppa
Hands curve around mug
Smell of java, swirl of cream [sigh]
Pink sunrise
One warm sip, this new day begins
The breakfast of champions:
Coffee
This is my response to this week’s W3 challenge:
Write a Cameo poem—a tiny, distilled moment—on any theme you choose.
Form:
- 7 lines;
- Syllable count: 2 / 5 / 8 / 3 / 8 / 7 / 2;
- Imagery is essential;
- Minimalism is encouraged
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Perfection Sally!!
Yes the ‘breakfast of champions’ wonderful 🙌
Oh yes, much needed some days.
there’s nothing like this morning cuppa for me tea…. it provides a comfort like no other.. if all is not going well have a cuppa
Great poem, Sally! I don’t like coffee. The smell and taste make me nauseous. Lol! But I’ll drink tea anytime.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
I start every day with a coffee, love this💞
I’m so, so with you, Sally! Perfect!
~David
I was sick for a couple of days last week and had to skip coffee. I think the withdrawal from coffee overtook my illness (just an upset stomach) and despite others advice, that first coffee back soon put things back in order!
NB – I’m not a doctor 😁
Been there. Done that.
Perfection. ☕️ Thanks for your cuppa cameo, Sally. It expresses the vital cuppa coffee so well!