Americano Misto
the girl in Starbucks
fails to praise my awesome choice
nor does she inquire
’bout the progress of my day
I feel oddly unaffirmed.
Continuing with coffee-related poems (see previous post), another one for Frank Tassone’s challenge over at dverse.
I originally posted this as a tanka, but on reading Franks’s very informative post, I realized I may be writing kyoka’s.
Let me affirm your awesome poetry. Awesome. Just plain awesome.
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Thanks Suzanne, how’s your day going? Awesome, I hope.
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Steering clear of the political elephants rampaging everywhere, this and the previous piece caught my eye: compact and insightful. People occasionally complain to me along the lines of: “she wouldn’t stop talking”, “same old, same old,” “such nonsense,” etc, but I suspect they are secretly pleased that someone affirmed their existence by talking to them.
I rarely bend anyone’s ear (except for the internet, which doesn’t count 😸) but I’ve also felt the affirmation you described, and it doesn’t matter whether they have ulterior motives or not. Nicely done, Jim.
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Thanks Steve, good to hear from you. I think those political elephants may have left the game park, 5 days ago I found myself with nothing left to say, or at least, nothing original to say!
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I respectfully disagree, Jim. I’m sure your originality is undiminished, on any topic, including the great white elephant.
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