Nothing in common brought us together.
I remember the first night we
slipped away, heating up
like strong coffee on the stove,
simmering slowly, in wait
for the sweetness of sugar.
Nothing in common brought us together.
I remember the first night we
slipped away, heating up
like strong coffee on the stove,
simmering slowly, in wait
for the sweetness of sugar.
Charlotte Hamrick 
The words are wonderful, and I also really like the photo. Thanks so much for sharing your vision.
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Saw your link on the ‘Poetry Pantry’. I love this – “heating up like strong coffee on the stove”. Very nicely done!
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I adore this! Ever read something and wish you had written it? This is one of those times for me. I love it! You have a new fan. ♥
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@Katie, thank you & thanks for noting the photo. I took it on my parent’s land in MS and it’s one of my favorites.
@Kevin, so happy you like it & thanks for taking the time to comment.
@Kellie, that’s probably the best compliment a writer can get – thank you so much!
I plan to visit all y’all’s blogs when I get a few minutes to put together. Again, thanks for stopping by!
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Just want to say again, that photo is stunning. 🙂
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zouxzoux, this is evocative, love the last three lines. Lovely photo as well.
Pamela
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Thank you, Pamela. Your comments mean a lot.
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