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Clean

September 1, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

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.

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  1. brian says

    September 1, 2010 at 1:00 pm

    and you may want to sterilize it too…yikes. smiles. glad you found it…nice verse…happy one shot!

    • Sandra says

      September 1, 2010 at 4:22 pm

      Well, it did get a dose of bleach, too. 😉

  2. Eric Alder says

    September 1, 2010 at 1:50 pm

    In renewal we find hope. Nice piece, Sandra!

    (P.S. – Love that pic!)

    • Sandra says

      September 1, 2010 at 4:22 pm

      Thanks! Yep, that photo is pretty gross. But it’s usable again. Always hope. 🙂

  3. T. Anne says

    September 1, 2010 at 3:01 pm

    I’m cleaning right now (taking a quick break) I’m sure I’ll escavate a few goodies myself.

    • Sandra says

      September 1, 2010 at 4:20 pm

      It’s been a while since I dug up anything like this. That digging stuff is icky. 😉

  4. Julie Gillies says

    September 1, 2010 at 3:50 pm

    Ewww! And yet there is hope. Thank God for detergent! 🙂

    • Sandra says

      September 1, 2010 at 4:19 pm

      Hi, Julie!

      Yes, indeed. I so look like this cup at times. 😉

  5. Ruth says

    September 1, 2010 at 4:18 pm

    A beautiful poem, picturesquely written – I wish I could find some things I’ve stopped looking for… 🙂

  6. Sandra says

    September 1, 2010 at 4:35 pm

    Oh my, Ruth. I hope they don’t look like that when you find them. Thanks. 🙂

  7. Gay Cannon says

    September 1, 2010 at 5:15 pm

    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

      September 3, 2010 at 8:22 am

      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.

  8. in the hush of the moon says

    September 1, 2010 at 5:29 pm

    i love this, simple beauty…

    • Sandra says

      September 3, 2010 at 8:23 am

      Thanks. 🙂

  9. pete marshall says

    September 1, 2010 at 5:55 pm

    thanks for a wonderful share…heck put a drop of tea in there and i would still drink it!!! cheers pete

    • Sandra says

      September 3, 2010 at 8:23 am

      Ewww!

  10. barbara says

    September 1, 2010 at 8:30 pm

    love it – washed clean…new life..bkm

    • Sandra says

      September 3, 2010 at 8:24 am

      Thanks for coming by, Barbara!

  11. Robin Arnold says

    September 1, 2010 at 8:35 pm

    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

      September 3, 2010 at 8:24 am

      Ewww. Ewww. Thanks.

  12. Susan J. Reinhardt says

    September 1, 2010 at 9:48 pm

    LOL! I was wondering what you were talking about, and then I saw the mug.

    Blessings,
    Susan 🙂

    • Sandra says

      September 3, 2010 at 8:25 am

      I used to lose several of those in a week. I’m doing oh so much better of keeping track.

  13. Bill Cook says

    September 1, 2010 at 11:33 pm

    I enjoyed this in the simplicity of its style and clarity of theme. Thanks. – Bill

    • Sandra says

      September 3, 2010 at 8:25 am

      Thanks, Bill.

  14. Moondustwriter says

    September 2, 2010 at 3:15 am

    Pete would drink anything
    love the valuable message inside the cup and the poem

    thanks for sharing with One Shot

    Moon smiles

    • Sandra says

      September 3, 2010 at 8:25 am

      Now that’s funny! 😀 And thanks.

  15. Glynn says

    September 2, 2010 at 7:20 am

    The dirty, corroded cup – a metaphor for a life. And only one way to clean it. Good one, Sandra.

    • Sandra says

      September 3, 2010 at 8:26 am

      Thanks, Glynn.

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