Pieces of Toast
They dip into
the smooth
round yolk
of a fading dream.
They interfere,
these conscious words,
an uninvited jentacular
mob that enters
without invitation,
shedding their crumbs.
I make exception
and surrender
control,
accepting
their sharp crisp corners
into the broken centers
of my smooth round
subterranean
stanzas.
Words for the day are mob, interfere, jentacular and exception. Image by Mae Mu on Unsplash. Used with permission.
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My goodness this is good! Especially resonate with; “They interfere, these conscious words, an uninvited jentacular mob that enters without invitation.” 💝💝
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What are the chances anyone would ever use the word jentacular in a poem if not forced to do so? Ha.
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Bravo! Excellent use of the word in a great poem!
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Thanks, Melanie.
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Who knew eggs and toast could be so poetic. Wonderful worded and now I need some eggs!
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Ha.. I actually got hungry while looking for a photo to illustratei it. And I don’t even like eggs!
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The power of imagery on show right there. Great poem again, Judy.
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Thanks, Mason.
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I love this one! The layers – Oh, my!
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Thanks, FM
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great use of the prompts … and now I need a second breakie
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Ha..Me too, and I don’t even like breakfast.
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my favourite meal to be honest 🙂
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How? This is outstanding work, I am a fan now. Thanks for sharing. “subterranean
stanzas.” I’ll remember that one for later.
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Thanks, M. Jay. Hope to see you again.
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You’re most welcome!!
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