Up and to the Office Haiku

Woke up in a fog
Head a slumber-sotted log;
Bog, jog, tog and slog.

Sleepy Pose

my garden rose: via ipad4

Dewy pearls,

swing and slide,

sing a song,

re energise,

Cold Black Coffee

via nvtc.ee

The vapor has disappeared

From the rich dark liquid

That still sits before me

Growing colder by the minute

As the professor drones  on

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Bitter to my tongue

It may be, but does

Nothing to keep me

From slipping beneath

My lids with its inviting

Darkness and warmth