sun golden in the
window, poached eggs on the plate
by daisies in a
vase, butter soft on the toast,
my joy runs like yolk

image created by me and Gemini
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Colleen Chesebro has challenged us today on Tanka Tuesday to include at least two things in your syllabic poem, but do not use the word “yellow.”
Great, now I am hungry again…..
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Haha! Me, too 😂
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Very nice. Just the way I like my eggs 😊
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Thank you!
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Full of yellow goodness
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Thank you!
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You’re most welcome 💛💛💛
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Lovely breakfast goodies 😋
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Thank you!
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like a prayer of gratitude. Lovely. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you!
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👍🏽
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💜💜💜
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Beautiful collection of yellow, Lisa! Love it!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you!
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I like that the poem mimics the description – it flows beautifully.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure Lisa ❤️
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I love the yellow words! You made me yearn for a fancy breakfast! ☀️
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Thank you, Colleen!
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