a fly on the creamer
so i drink my coffee black
sunday morning brunch

—Bret Wooldridge

About the author: Bret Wooldridge is a 46 year old blue collar worker in Northern California. He plays guitar when he's not scribbling verse. "If you allow them to, ordinary things want to show you they are special."

Responses to the haiku for 31 January 2005 by Bret Wooldridge

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-01-31 14:30:05

    through the railings
    sun settling low --
    the spider's web


    Ed Schwellenbach (eddybacher at yahoo dot com)
    2005-01-31 19:33:34

    first sushi---
    a double martini

    2005-01-31 23:02:37

    a fly in my mug
    so i throw the coffee out
    and drink tea instead

    kamesh (kameshwar dot rao at gmail dot com)
    2005-02-01 00:17:47

    Sorry, this has got nothing to do with Bret's Haiku. Just a simple Haiku in memory of Gandhi, the apostle of peace, who was assassinated on January 30, 1948 in New Delhi when he was on his way to offer prayers for peace.
    30 January, 2005
    Insanity turns
    fifty seven today

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-02-01 04:22:26

    feeling compelled to write, my response being "no need to apologize". often time my thoughts are generated from who knows where; or better said, "from what happens to come to mind, inspired from a time before?". too often, others adhere to strict rules and policies, which tends to hamper their creativity ...

    thank you for sharing

    basho is credit with saying -
    "learn the rules; then forget the rules"

    morning stillness
    upon the lake --
    duck silently glides

    2005-02-01 04:39:31


    Ellen G. Olinger (ElinGrace at wi dot rr dot com)
    2005-02-01 14:45:01

    weight of the comforter
    made by Grandmother,
    Mother, and me

    my turn
    to pray
    for peace

    kamesh (kameshwar dot rao at gmail dot com)
    2005-02-03 01:26:07

    A fly in my coffee
    throw the fly out
    and drink my coffee

    This wll be the typical reaction of we Indians (not the red indians, I mean the people of India). We have a memory of some scarcity/famine/drought ingrained in our genes. So everything that comes into the house never goes out - Cardboard boxes, plastic, bottles, polythene covers, and the like. Why waste tea then?
    Anyway flies have proteins in them and tea is too hot for bacteria to survive.

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-02-03 05:59:16

    kamesh, "your words are food for thought"

    sadly, this world has become a "discard society".

    another thought comes to the forefront, "waste not, want not".

    enlightening february dawn --
    broken pallet
    at water's edge

    parting thought, should i continue to drink my tea cold, at times.

    kamesh (kameshwar dot rao at gmail dot com)
    2005-02-04 20:36:57

    Fly thrown out
    but coffee cold
    He hesitates...

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-02-05 17:42:38

    kamesh, i ponder basho conceivably writing:

    morning silence
    the fly's buzz end
    sinking further within my java

    or possibly buson scribbling:

    fly landing
    on the rim of my cup
    the last drop just as black

    what about issa noting:

    in the traveler's cup
    a few drops of coffee
    and yet, this fly

    as bret has observed, the "ordinary" possesses an air of speciality if taken the time to be perceived

    kamesh (kameshwar dot rao at gmail dot com)
    2005-02-07 20:44:54

    Fantastic bob, especially the last one. But Bob, Coffee was introduced in Japan only in the twentieth century!!!

    a second fly
    the traveler smiles
    empty tea cup

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-02-08 05:15:55

    kamesh, true, and yet my words were the imaginary "what if".
    can you fancy other poets, while enjoying a cup of this caffeine elixir, pondering what the masters would have brewed from a pot of coffee; rather heady stuff.

    from the cup
    swarm of flies ***
    quite the buzz
    for lack of decaffeinated

    levon machenry (rebelyell at yahoo dot com)
    2005-05-24 17:33:51

    don't know how this piece became
    a political football, but i'd a
    used the creamer if i was inclined to
    drink my joe in that manner. plenty
    of folks here in dixie is still down
    and out!

    winter railyard
    the heat from one can
    of sterno

    2009-02-22 21:57:31

    having landed
    fly buzz left no trace--
    winter breakfast thoughts