The Taste of Turkish Coffee
Ms. Haiku
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The taste of Turkish Coffee
is a walk along the Boardwalk
when the warmth of a windbreaker
is slightly not enough to break
the ocean's cool whisper.
The first sip sounds like the sigh
of red shoes on someone unknown;
the sound of silver bracelets
that do not move during movement.
The taste is purer than static threads
that cross summer afternoons,
and cross eyes full of frustrated crowds.
Turkish coffee smells of human mornings
liquid and held by fog. Mornings when the ocean
paints bungalows and mansions in steel and mirrors.
is a walk along the Boardwalk
when the warmth of a windbreaker
is slightly not enough to break
the ocean's cool whisper.
The first sip sounds like the sigh
of red shoes on someone unknown;
the sound of silver bracelets
that do not move during movement.
The taste is purer than static threads
that cross summer afternoons,
and cross eyes full of frustrated crowds.
Turkish coffee smells of human mornings
liquid and held by fog. Mornings when the ocean
paints bungalows and mansions in steel and mirrors.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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picking up a bottled water and taking a drive to look at the houses along the shoreline.
Nice poem Bibliobella....I like it.Especially the parts about the bracelets.
A whisper and a chill
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"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
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