I’d like everyone who reads to come away feeling gladdened and revitalized,
like when one drinks a sobering shot of espresso. Therefore, espresso is the name
I’m giving these short poems I’m about to start sharing with you.
If espresso is not what you like to consume, think of these as escapades to indulge
in your favorite non-alcoholic drink. After all, we want you sober. *wink*
So please, express your thoughts (expressos) or share a linko in the comments
of this espresso, or stop long enough to simply enjoy a cuppa with me.
Here’s something you already know, told differently. Inhale & exhale, then action!
espresso No.4 sold on ideas of scarcity, we evolved, and that gave rise to modish habits so to pretend we don't know how we got here -- marooned like beached whales, is preposterous
photos: Image by 165106 from Pixabay
Image by moritz320 from Pixabay
Thanks for reading and be sure to sit where “joy and miracles” will find you.
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Brilliant and so true, Selma! 🙂
it’s true
Thanks for finding relevance and truth in this one, Raymond. I appreciate you reading and commenting.
Love it, you’ve encapsulated the idea so well
Deb, your comment cloaks me with warmth. Thank you. I bless you.
((Did I get your name right? If not, forgive and remind me please.))
Be well, my sweet. xo
👏👏👏
David, it pleases me. xoxo *wink*
“marooned like beached whales” ☺️
*smiling* yup, like so. Thanks, Ruth. I bless you. BTW, found you on TheTwitter. *wink*
Brilliant, I am simply loving your espresso’s. 😁❤️
Thanks sweets. Xo
You’re welcome! ❣️
interesting story as well
It pleases me to know this, thanks, Raymond. Blessings.