Lost.
That for which
I no longer looked.
It brought
color to my day
and held morning
life blood
rich burnt brown,
but I considered it
broken by another
and tossed away
dead to me.
Now found and
growing–life?
I will wash it.
Clean.
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and you may want to sterilize it too…yikes. smiles. glad you found it…nice verse…happy one shot!
brian recently posted..160 – rollin dawn
Well, it did get a dose of bleach, too.
In renewal we find hope. Nice piece, Sandra!
(P.S. – Love that pic!)
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Thanks! Yep, that photo is pretty gross. But it’s usable again. Always hope.
I’m cleaning right now (taking a quick break) I’m sure I’ll escavate a few goodies myself.
T. Anne recently posted..That magical time of year
It’s been a while since I dug up anything like this. That digging stuff is icky.
Ewww! And yet there is hope. Thank God for detergent!
Hi, Julie!
Yes, indeed. I so look like this cup at times.
A beautiful poem, picturesquely written – I wish I could find some things I’ve stopped looking for…
Oh my, Ruth. I hope they don’t look like that when you find them. Thanks.
This poem reminds me of the “mates”. Wherever socks of teenage boys go, they return in unlikely places through years of college, after they marry, even after you redecorate, there they are like reminders of how time slipped through your fingers and their shoes. Good piece. Thanks.
Gay Cannon recently posted..THE TRIP OUT
Where do those socks go, and what are they doing while they are there?
“. . . reminders of how time slipped through your fingers and their shoes.” That’s bittersweet.
i love this, simple beauty…
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Thanks.
thanks for a wonderful share…heck put a drop of tea in there and i would still drink it!!! cheers pete
Ewww!
love it – washed clean…new life..bkm
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Thanks for coming by, Barbara!
That takes me back to cleaning my boss’s cups out at work. A 4 spoons full of sugar and cream coffee drinker, his cups were notorious after a weekend. I refused to be grossed out.
Nicely done!
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Ewww. Ewww. Thanks.
LOL! I was wondering what you were talking about, and then I saw the mug.
Blessings,
Susan
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I used to lose several of those in a week. I’m doing oh so much better of keeping track.
I enjoyed this in the simplicity of its style and clarity of theme. Thanks. – Bill
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Thanks, Bill.
Pete would drink anything
love the valuable message inside the cup and the poem
thanks for sharing with One Shot
Moon smiles
Now that’s funny!
And thanks.
The dirty, corroded cup – a metaphor for a life. And only one way to clean it. Good one, Sandra.
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Thanks, Glynn.