Give Us Our Daily–
Sure, I’d like to earn bread, writing–
but what I write for
is to b-read.
(Well, what I really write for
is to write more.)
But better read
than dead
which is what I would be
not writing.
(Being read is
the better bread
no ifs, ands or butter
about it.)
And so I knead and noodle,
breed words,
shape lines,
give rise to what is sometimes
admittedly half-baked
(always my wry
gets carried away),
feed too
on the b-read
of others, my dear
companions.
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Here’s a very belated and rather silly poem for Grace’s prompt on dVerse Poets Pub about bread. Process note-I think the word “companion” comes from the Latin, meaning someone with whom you break bread. Thank you for being mine!
Ps slightly edited since first posting.
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