Into the mug of morning
pour yourself, warm
and dark, your aromatic
presence hugging the hand-formed
divide between inside and out.
Ease from empty into full
until, brim-level, you
rise an swirl, a steamy
mist rejoining its source.
~Sharon Sharp
Notes: Photo: mennyfox55. Poem: Thank you Make Believe Boutique
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I can stand that much black – after my large mug of Earl Grey Tea (with a cinamon bark in the pot!) and an espresso! 🙂
Great poem/quote and photo pairing
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Thanks Kiki…
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A spiritual joining with the world, using coffee as the matrix. Very nice!
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It is Lakota…
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Wow! Brilliant imagery!
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It is!
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Coffeeporn. Love it!
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Coffeeporn. Love that!
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Val, will you allow me to use the word coffeeporn? It’s a BRILLIANT word…. and describes so very well my tiny addiction! 😉
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Of course. Have fun with it Kiki 😎
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
To all the coffee drinkers … the potion of gods!!
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i love he first line. it describes the process so well.
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Yes, me too Beth.
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Yes… ease yourself… not jump up, run yourself ragged before your first sip…. not that I *ever* do that…
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Laughing. Me too!
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