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.
Linked to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.
brian says
and you may want to sterilize it too…yikes. smiles. glad you found it…nice verse…happy one shot!
Sandra says
Well, it did get a dose of bleach, too. 😉
Eric Alder says
In renewal we find hope. Nice piece, Sandra!
(P.S. – Love that pic!)
Sandra says
Thanks! Yep, that photo is pretty gross. But it’s usable again. Always hope. 🙂
T. Anne says
I’m cleaning right now (taking a quick break) I’m sure I’ll escavate a few goodies myself.
Sandra says
It’s been a while since I dug up anything like this. That digging stuff is icky. 😉
Julie Gillies says
Ewww! And yet there is hope. Thank God for detergent! 🙂
Sandra says
Hi, Julie!
Yes, indeed. I so look like this cup at times. 😉
Ruth says
A beautiful poem, picturesquely written – I wish I could find some things I’ve stopped looking for… 🙂
Sandra says
Oh my, Ruth. I hope they don’t look like that when you find them. Thanks. 🙂
Gay Cannon says
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.
Sandra says
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.
in the hush of the moon says
i love this, simple beauty…
Sandra says
Thanks. 🙂
pete marshall says
thanks for a wonderful share…heck put a drop of tea in there and i would still drink it!!! cheers pete
Sandra says
Ewww!
barbara says
love it – washed clean…new life..bkm
Sandra says
Thanks for coming by, Barbara!
Robin Arnold says
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!
Sandra says
Ewww. Ewww. Thanks.
Susan J. Reinhardt says
LOL! I was wondering what you were talking about, and then I saw the mug.
Blessings,
Susan 🙂
Sandra says
I used to lose several of those in a week. I’m doing oh so much better of keeping track.
Bill Cook says
I enjoyed this in the simplicity of its style and clarity of theme. Thanks. – Bill
Sandra says
Thanks, Bill.
Moondustwriter says
Pete would drink anything
love the valuable message inside the cup and the poem
thanks for sharing with One Shot
Moon smiles
Sandra says
Now that’s funny! 😀 And thanks.
Glynn says
The dirty, corroded cup – a metaphor for a life. And only one way to clean it. Good one, Sandra.
Sandra says
Thanks, Glynn.