times past, when I’ve given up coffee (i.e. “stopped taking my meds”), I’ve never gone through these sorts of traumas, but I’ve definitely been much more cranky and irritable, and even tougher to get along with.
Yupper, that chirping bird (and good word-choice, that “chirp:” is it musical or clanging…?) is a proper end note(!) to the haiku. a surprising turn that focuses one’s attention to “be here, now.”
That one bird, such a nice counterpoint to the rest of the head noise.
And now, for a cup of coffee to see if I can hear two birds…
times past, when I’ve given up coffee (i.e. “stopped taking my meds”), I’ve never gone through these sorts of traumas, but I’ve definitely been much more cranky and irritable, and even tougher to get along with.
Yupper, that chirping bird (and good word-choice, that “chirp:” is it musical or clanging…?) is a proper end note(!) to the haiku. a surprising turn that focuses one’s attention to “be here, now.”
It is wise to write short poems when one is giving up caffeine.
Listening to birds is always wise.