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artifact ( it doesn't always end happily)

drinking coffee
from the mug
you left behind
accidentally
though i choose to believe
intentionally

in lieu of having 
there is the holding


Rene ~ 2013

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  1. Brian MillerFebruary 24, 2011 at 8:51 AM

    nice play on words...this could be read as either loss and missing or morning after hopefulness...either way i need more coffee...

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  2. MarianFebruary 24, 2011 at 9:30 AM

    oh i love this! the idea of leaving something behind, so you must come back. or sounds like in this case, as a reminder or memento. who drinks from an american fisheries society annual meeting mug anyway?

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  3. PearlFebruary 24, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    Very nice. :-)

    "In lieu of having, there is the holding".

    :-) Going to smile about that for a while.

    Pearl

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  4. UnknownFebruary 24, 2011 at 10:20 AM

    Brave. I'd have taken the mug to the Salvation Army donation center the day after he left!

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  5. BAFebruary 24, 2011 at 10:54 AM

    Have many times left coffee behind, never thought of it being intentional or by accident. Brings up a good question. Also, love the mug.

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  6. MichaelFebruary 24, 2011 at 5:38 PM

    Makes me think for certain. the3 warmth of holding. another poignant piece by you, Rene.

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  7. Irish GumboFebruary 24, 2011 at 6:11 PM

    And was it a conscious or unconscious decision?

    The ambiguity here is most appealing.

    Das ist gut.

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  8. BAFebruary 24, 2011 at 10:22 PM

    I wish there was something lest for to me for holding.

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  9. Fred MillerFebruary 25, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    There are lots of arrowhead collections around here. Some of the points are five thousand years old or more. I swear I can feel the spirits in them. And they are just people. Like us. Somehow still alive in the artifact.

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 27, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    Yep, I dig it.

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  11. Brother OllieFebruary 28, 2011 at 8:49 AM

    Nice neat little story here.

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  12. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 28, 2011 at 2:20 PM

    I enjoyed this little tale, it left me smiling:)

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