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1.
Smooth eggs in the nest
Shiver and chip and flake
Over the flightless chick
Passing its first test
2.
Salt crested waves slide
Disturbing tiny grains
Rearranging patterns in the sand
Washing them away with the tide
3.
Granules of yeast lift
As the loaf bathes in heat
Transcending flour and water
Into a heavenly gift
4.
Crumbs of frozen lace
Drift down from bloated clouds
Shrouding the dying fields
With an icy embrace
5.
So the world spins
Day swims down to night
The waxing moon appears
And the next phase begins
A Cadralor written for dVerse.
The only constant, or so they say, is change. I loved that you included bread baking.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is incredibly visual! Loved it.
ReplyDelete"crumbs of frozen lace / drift down" I love this! Delicate wordsmithing. I like how you tied it together.
ReplyDeleteTime passes like clockwork and the next season and phase is here. Stanza 2 is a standout for me.
ReplyDeleteI think you got the contrasting stanzas very well here, connected by the thread of small pieces of things. Wonderful work!
ReplyDeleteI love the movement... and we need our daily bread to go with it. Maybe we should never stay longer than it takes for a loaf to rise.
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