Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
finishing the grind
as the kettle starts to sing
practice makes perfect
In honor of NaPoWriMo, this haiku is an ode to one of life’s small pleasures. For me it’s making our morning coffee. I love the whole process from grinding the beans to pushing the plunger on our French press. It’s an art and a science that never quite produces the same taste.
And as it sometimes happens, Linda’s SoCS prompt of “practice”was a perfect splash of milk to complete my thoughts. Thanks!
The cord stretching tight
“Shut up David it’s my turn”
Giggles and whispers
Beep! Call waiting (no don’t go)
Crying, as he said goodbye
Today at NaPoWriMo our prompt asks us to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts and write a poem that features forgotten technology. This immediately brought me back to the days of one phone for the whole family. I have vivid memories of stretching the cord as far as it could possibly go so that I could (just barely) slip behind a door for some quasi privacy. Oh the days … So thanks for reading my goofy lil’ tanka.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 