spun like cast-off wheel
stick dull thwack against rusted rim
she pounds pasty dough
adding flour as base and tears as whet
while sun rode its wild ride across skies
that held so much more promise
her bread rose like fecundity’s bulge
yeasty in its first belly up to brim
of wide-mouthed yawn
when she counted pegboard ceiling
and feigned delight and passion
beyond the count of a hundred
yes, that is a good number
ten times ten
and almost seeing dots connected
before she remembered
to pant and move, or something
to show she had other desires
Thwack! Clack!
so light, metal hardly pressed against pebbles
in front yard of picket-fenced
that was not a gilded cage at all
when she grabbed her son
and cinched him in his safety seat
Goodyears hummed a new sound
against hot pavement
she would no longer make homemade bread
it was too intimate an activity
and, besides, it reminded her
of rust when it is so wet a wheel won’t turn right
or the smell of semen
Ezekiel’s fire burned in her gut
when she spoke the words
Author notes
"When the living creatures moved, the wheels beside them moved; and when the living creatures rose from the ground, the wheels also rose. Wherever the spirit would go, they would go, and the wheels would rise along with them, because the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels... When the creatures moved, I heard the sound of their wings, like the roar of the Almighty, like the tumult of an army. "(1:19-20, 24,) (New International Version)
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And what a resurrection indeed, my friend! This poem absolutely touches the heart. You reveal a woman's secret-most circumstance and in in such a dynamic kneading...you offer hope, is you are famous to do. The way you juxtaposed activities in this...whe way making bread became so deeper a thing...the way escape was more than a fist punched deep into a far-risen lump...well, it just speaks "master" to me. You are the poet queen of women, and you have totally moved me once again.
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only someone who knows life's roads and have traveled far and deep can write something like this. exceptional poetry, Carol - deep and meaningful.
~ Nicolette
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Wonderful
Very creative and well done Best of luck in the contest
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I love writing for your contests, penfriend, because I can take my poetry to a sharper edge. Thank you for the gold.
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Sheeeshhh...
Whoaaa...exceedingly deep. Exceptionally pure. Immaculate. Impeccable. Good luck in the contest...everybody else.
Dammmnnn...I hear ya, Sweetie. Your drums thrum my soulsong.
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Those wheels...but then, you ahve rolled some wheels of your own....bravo to you!
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