I want to write poems
that are like loaves of fresh warm farm bread
cooling on a windowsill with tantalizing aroma
heralding sharing and togetherness
poems of substance and sustenance
with a heft familiar to the hand
sometimes crusty
yet moist inside
yielding to the tongue
poems that can be torn up and devoured
or sliced with delicacy
and nibbled on with tea
textures and flavors disrobing in the mouth
I want to write poems
that leave you sated
with crumbs down your front
and in the corners of your smile
(October 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...and some bits still lingering in your minds to later ruminate! loved this poem.