autumn afternoon—
the cup I washed at breakfast
needs washing again


15 comments on “Cup

  1. Why does this make me think ‘tea’ (and not coffee… and I am a coffee-drinker-addict.) Is it the word ‘cup’? It’s a very strong haiku Mark, I can ‘see it’. Love from Holland!

  2. Fran Pullara says:

    I love your haiku. It so reminds me of the mundane that we can choose to make sacred with intention. I’m just getting ready to wash out my morning coffee cup. Thanks to you, I will do it mindfully.

    • When I was younger, I hated washing dishes, especially when my parents “forced” me to. Now that I have “grown up,” washing dishes has become a daily chore that I do with pleasure by hand—no dishwasher for me!

  3. Lea says:

    So homey and cozy this haiku…

  4. gemma says:

    That seems to be a theme in many of our lives. Wash, rinse, repeat.

  5. meriak says:

    The routines of our lives form a comfortable framework.

  6. judie says:

    Tea all day? Must be chilly there. 🙂

  7. Gillena Cox says:

    happens in my home too Mark

    much love…

  8. rebecca says:

    mark-your haiku is incredibly comforting, so intimate and full of promise that life goes on.

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