9 Oct 2011

For Breakfast


Thank you to Tess at Magpie Tales who posted a picture by Michael Sowa, from The Little King, which immediately set my mind zooming in to focus on one detail -  the morning cuppa! This is quite ironic, as I actually don't drink tea...



Colour my tea blue
on a day which starts without you.
I'll toast "To my love."  

Because you are the sugar
which makes my life sweet.



And I've just discovered this fits Poetry Jam to a T this week! How's that for good luck? 

28 comments:

  1. A fine ditty
    for a morning
    in the wan sun
    of the central city
    though I'm still seeking
    a cinnamon bun.

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  2. I'd rush to the kitchen to grant your wish Christopher, if I had the recipe! Hehehe!

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  3. Where would we be, without tea?

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  4. A nice respite from the heavier entries, and nice too how the king is unspoken, but probably there.

    My Magpie 86 entry is Cepheus.

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  5. Aaaw ... I did like this :o)

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  6. awww...so lovely it may give me a cavity...smiles.

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  7. Good luck? Good writing!! Great mind!!!

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  8. Just love the sweetness of this!

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  9. What??? No tea??? And you are British??? I'm shocked! LOL

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  10. You found "happy" in this. I pledge to find happy next week! :)

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  11. I agree...love your picture ...the king is a bit difficult to deal with I found.

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  12. Sweet! I'm blue too when I have to start the day without my love.

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  13. Thinks:- what if he uses Splenda?

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  14. Lip smacking and true blue!! :) Love my coffee and Tea!!

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  15. love it,

    sweet and yummy love note.

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  16. Oh, this is so sweet. Almost as sweet as sugar!

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  17. wondeful piece ! loved it :)

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  18. I believe it was the Casinos that had a song (back in the 60s?) called Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye. It was placed in the repertoire of songs I’ve sung, whistled and hummed every since. One of the lines was “Sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss.” Your poem reminds me to that, and it is a pleasant memory.

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  19. Awwww very sweet.... so nice to know someone is our cuppa tea ;)

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