Tuesday, January 31, 2017

1/31/2017

January is running out.
It will never be replaced.

I am tasting my tea,
watching steam lift from its surface.

I can make another cup, just like this one,
but I cannot add another day to this month.
Posted by Denise at 9:30 AM
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12 comments:

  1. amelia from ztastylifeJanuary 31, 2017 at 1:46 PM

    Oh Denise. This maybe stop and breathe a little slower... thank you.

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    1. Denise January 31, 2017 at 7:36 PM

      That makes me so happy, Amelia. Thanks for letting me know. xx

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  2. cha senFebruary 2, 2017 at 9:11 AM

    Thank you for the quiet and pause, in picture and words.

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  3. Rachael | The Slow-Cooked SentenceFebruary 2, 2017 at 5:26 PM

    I like this -- the poem and thought that this tensely anticipated and long month is, thank God, over.

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    1. Denise February 2, 2017 at 7:24 PM

      Thank you, Rachael. If only my head wasn't aching on February 2nd...

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  4. JenFebruary 3, 2017 at 7:28 AM

    Yes. xo

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  5. RachelFebruary 19, 2017 at 4:06 PM

    Lovely. Made me pause for a minute today which I needed to do.

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    1. Denise February 19, 2017 at 4:36 PM

      Good to know, Rachel. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.

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  6. RebeccaFebruary 28, 2017 at 8:53 AM

    <3

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