Scrambled egg surf
with a side of bubbling tea.
Watch the waves flapjack,
at my breakfast by the sea.

And I alone, with fork and knife,
the perfect company,
slice the doughy sky,
smother it with liquid sunshine:
the morning's apogee.

For there is no finer way to dine,
then feet beneath sand,
and tablecloth of wind,
page through sunglass shade,
a stranger's wave,
the slow, unassuming service
of breakfast by the sea.

©K.F.Hartless2025

7 responses to “Breakfast by the Sea”

  1. I can’t believe no one’s commented on this: I love word play, the rhyming scheme and the inventive metaphors: I can’t choose a favourite stanza: they are all good —

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    1. Thank you, John. I truly appreciate your kind words. Happy holidays.

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      1. same to you, Katie 🙂

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  2. Like john said, this is amazing! Love the song too!😊

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    1. Thank you so much, Tiff. Happy holidays.

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  3. One of my new favourites of yours ….. just perfect!👏

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    1. Wow. I’m so honored. Thanks, Julie. Happy holidays!

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