I sit, leaning back in the old wooden chair
eyes closed, enjoying the early morning sun’s kiss on my cheeks.
In the air the sweet sound of fresh, crispy crust.
My hands rest in my lap, like birds,
sleeping upon the white apron
still covered with rye flour.
I need a small rest before I wash them
to cut pears, apples, quinces and pomegranates
for our breakfast plate.
(I like pears, apples and quinces, but oh! pomegranates!
Why do I like them so much?)
Your hug on my shoulders so gentle, so strong.
I inhale the smell of you and the smell of the hot steam
deeply, eagerly like a newborn child assailed by its very first breath.
And I wait for you to share the bread, the morsels of life.
Your moves are slow, attentive, in your hands two equally broken parts,
on the table a few crumbs, in your eyes I read love
and an unpronounced prayer.
The Feast.
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Ah..the real life touches of the love in your poetry is strength of this heart warming poetry..thanks for sharting it..
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Hello!
Your response has been to use the setting that is the painting as the centre-piece for the Feast of Love that is the life of two people. It is very true that living together is more than sleeping together. Indeed, above all, it is about sharing food together. Happiness is pretty basic.
Really, as a free verse poem, there is really not much to advise except to say that I thoroughly enjoyed reading your work. Again, I sense this is the work of a woman.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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Lovely write
This so brought visions back to mind of days past with my grandmother and mother .A lovely tribute indeed -
Such beautifully painted images in words. You have created a most loving scene filled with the fruits of labor and love.
Well done. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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Great imagery with this one! I was able to see everything just as you described it. This was a very good work.
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This is a fine literary feast. Great renditon of loving attentiveness. The images of fruit made my mouth water.
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Such a beautiful rendering of thoughts in this touching poem. I love the pic with this...it reminds me of a pic my gran had. I get lonely for sit down meals and quiet times such as you painted in this poem...it was a delicious treat to enjoy!!!
Blessings to you~
Az
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Absolutely stunning...
and pure delight is this fantastic penning! Wow, it places me right beside you at the table and all my senses are aroused...what a great love here-I'm unsure if this contest has been judged yet, but this piece is already a WINNER! All the best
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I'm hungry now...
I'm hungry for more of this perfect splendor... Love is found in the smallest gestures,touching. Just simply a beautiful write, well done!
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This image really touched my heart and brought a tear to my eye, as it reminded me how much I miss the love and comfort of a life partner. Beautifully written, I loved it.
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This is a sheer delight from start to finish - wish I had been there!! Just a thought: The lines...
"My hands rest in my lap, like birds,
sleeping upon the white apron
still covered with rye flour."
would, I think, be better expressed as:
"My hands rest in my lap,
like birds sleeping upon the white apron,
still covered with rye flour."
Thanks so much for sharing this evocative poem.
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Thats a really cool poem. I liked the rhythm of it.Its touching.
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THIS IS THE PERFECT MORNING!!!
In a way this reminds me of mornings way back when, my mom would always have breakfast ready when I got up and the aroma was delicious. The sun shining outside and a hot breakfast, who could ever want anything more!
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Those simple things in life that offers so much to the heart are those that should be treasured indeed!
You words speak volume about the love you hold so dearly and share so beautifully!
A loving and most stunning piece of poetry my friend!
All my best to you in this contest!!
Linda
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As a lover of Rhyme it is only very rarely that i enjoy anything but that.This is a wonderful descriptive piece that i enjoyed read so much Guess you have proved that there is just as much pleasure in other forms Excellent Good luck in the contest
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I would toss out the I sit and start with I lean back in my chair, but that is me. I can see reason for the other way as well. Rather than question the likeing of pomegranites, just announce the relish they hold for you for this is a song of affirmation and a reciepe for a strong relationship. Again all these are my preferences. There is a richness in this, a relishing of being alive and the one who cooks up the warmth and food the builds the strength. I like the sense of quiet and stillness in this piece for it speaks of a deep sense of well being and your words are filled with it. The last words The Feast, I deem as unnecessary but I also consider my likes and dislikes in terms of this poem petty. You have caught a wonderful moment of conubial bliss and should be celebrated for the grace that rings so deeply in your words.
Love, Tom B.
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Well I love the scenario built here helping you to reach towards your beloved for sharing love..So beautiful task you did here, especially the last staza is the real twist of wonderful poetry my friend..thanks for sharing it...
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A good write and take to the picture prompt. Lovely depth of feeling. Very nice simile and metaphor. Good imagery, flow and tone. Vivid descriptives. Good word choice, nice alliteration and assonance. Well penned and much enjoyed. Best wishes in the contest.
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This made me smile, your imagery is clear and very comforting. That is a wonderful way to start a day.
Best of luck!
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ahhm breakfast for two, and so much promise beyond the breaking of the bread, the eye contact, and the day stretching lazily before you both....lovely write~~Artis
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I love the way you brought us gently into the narrator's mind and allowed us to smell and feel with him/her/you. A terrific poem that feels personal. Good luck. ~ Joyce
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This is a very nice poem; incredibly descriptive and obviously with your personal touch. I don't care much for pomegranates though XD Pears are fit tho haha! I like the last stanza in particular; very powerful. Great job!
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This is a beautiful poem with so much love but more importantly, respect too. I enjoyed reading this
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this makes me smile.
its filled with happy feelings
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Another take on a poetical still life, very pacific and enticing.
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Oh goodness the smell of that bread and the fruit, all chopped up delicious spread Mmmm I too love pomegranites sprinkled on crisp crunchy salad ..
but I digress .. as I bite into that hunk of bread .. and savour juicy fruit .. this was brilliant .. thankyou for sharing this refreshing write ..s
s s 
s I am just going for seconds
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Brilliant!!!
This is simply stunning, I love the gentleness of the peaceful scene, the excellent imagery and fine metaphor. I agree with the previous comment, "The Feast" pleases the senses as it calms the soul. Best of luck to you in this contest!!! Peace, Cyn
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Outstanding.
This is impressive to read. I can almost smell the bread as it is baking in the oven. This poem is full of rustic charm. There is a lot to like here but I was particularly drawn to your metaphor of hands like birds - I thought this was unusual and highly effective. A poem that pleases the ear and the senses. Best of luck in the contest.
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A feast indeed. I love pomegranates too - it takes me back to my childhood on the farm and lol, I remember how my we used to steal the pomegranates seeds/pips (whatever one calls them, lol) my father used to keep in the fridge. There is something so very evocative and sensual about that word and I've used it in some of my earlier poems too.
This poem has such a warm, cozy feel about it. Bread...the body of life - such a wonderful metaphor that is. I love the way this poem speaks to all the senses - yes, a feast indeed.
~ Nicolette
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"And I wait for you to share the bread, the morsels of life.
Your moves are slow, attentive, in your hands two equally broken parts,
on the table a few crumbs, in your eyes I read love
and an unpronounced prayer.
The Feast."
Ahhh, such a tender, touching, moving piece this is, my Friend. Absolutely beautiful. Such loving words spill from your pen at a consistent rate. Good luck in Ron's contest, Sweetie. Wanda
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