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.
For NaPoWriMo 2029, Day 29 the prompt is to write about food personified. Piece of toast!!!
And, coincidentally, for RDP, whose prompt today is food!
Photo downloaded from Unsplash
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Sublime…both poem and photo. The mouth of my eyes is watering in hunger from the beauty. Sincerely.
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Oops.. I forgot to add the credit that that was a photo from Unsplash. Have done so now. Ha to the mouth of your eyes…a great expression!!!
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I want to see a whole poem prompted by that line, Babsje. If you don’t write it, I will…
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Really enjoyed this 🩷
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Oh more old memories.
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Lovely, Judy!
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Thanks, Regina.
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Oh, I’m now craving for this egg toast 😁
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Did you have some?
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Had it in today’s breakfast 🙂
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So nice Judy.
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whoa… Beautiful and as for the egg, toast, and yolk. I would sure love my grandma to show up with some fresh eggs and her iron skillet and cook some for me. “Hi Martha Ann. What’s this? Where are the burners? Where does the wood go?” I don’t think she’d ask about the wood, but it makes a good story.
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Your next poem!!!
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