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.
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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