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Passed Over Pot

Posted on June 26th, 2006 by Shewolf

coffee pot is left on
stale brown sludge
waits for her return
burned grounds
thick syrup
holds her spot
clings to the curtains
to remind her of her place
here, where the pot is used
to the touch of her hand
and it reciprocates
by brewing stange blends
for years after
she goes missing

Tags: A Cup of Coffee and Care, Poems //

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Shewolf: As in my blog about Christmas earlier, an Elder says that we are to make everyday Christmas. It would be something, wouldn’t it?
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Shewolf: How far the lack of fear can take us. If we approach something out of fear….we are fearful not loving. Yes, the world is an absolute mess it is in because of our FEAR and all its tentacles. Ilsiten to the news as little as possible, but I heard, last night, how there is no...
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Shewolf: The file was somehow corrupted. Let me see if I can dig it out and I will redo it and re-post it.

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