I see your morning robe flutter, trying to deceive me that your sloven breakfast ways have come to an end. A seed of distaste enters my mind as I realize the darkened grounds are from Saturday’s brew. Nevertheless, do we have any milk?


Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Drag and Dust

Image: National Audubon Society


crows drag carrion

seems it never bothers them

the topping of dust


MLMM – Poetic Justice

Hardly worth a poem

But it is well known

Masking keeps you safer

Than a chocolate wafer

Talking, eating, coughing

Non maskers don’t feel the need

While others suffer their results

Catching the sickness with speed.

They should have been more careful

Now they’re on a breathing vent

It’s difficult to feel sorry

They’re responsible for the event.