I crumble up the bread
Offer up some crumbs
Jealously guard the loaf
The source from which it comes
This artisanal loaf is mine alone
I do not wish to share it
It’s something of an acquired taste
And I don’t want to dare it
So take the crumbs and leave me be
There’s nothing more to taste
Than the hard-baked hearts of foolish men
Who’ve left their skills to waste
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What a beautiful rhythm this poem has! Well done!
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Thank you, Zurk 🙂
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Are you feeding the birds or making breadcrumbs to top a salad later? Yum!
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Wow, not your most cheerful post, Al. Hope it’s not how you’re really feeling…
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Nice!
Metaphor for blogging bits versus finding the bravery to publish a full literary work?
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Sober words…how we try to save our best for the things in life we love, like our partners, our families, our writing/art. And we give up the crumbs to the unappreciative boss or faceless corporation that employs us. They would take the whole loaf, given the vhance​…
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Hey, I just bought 2 loaves like that yesterday.. and they ARE all mine… (rubs hands together and looks around to make sure no one notices where they are stashed). Is that crumby of me?
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Love it Al, especially the line, “…hard baked hearts of foolish men.” That’s going to stay with me today.
Jo-Ann
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Hoard your ingredients, Al, knead well, and take the necessary time to bake. Then share slices of bread with those who savor it and leave the crumbs for those too hard-baked to care. 🙂
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There is so many ways this poem can be interpreted, but for me it’s about offering others parts of yourself, whilst saving the true you for either those who are more important, or just for yourself…damn, I got all serious then. Let me get back to MY true self…”BUM!” There, I feel much better now. 🙂
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I haven’t replied to people’s comments today precisely because I wanted people to interpret it in their own way… thank you for bringing “bum” to the table! 🙂
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You’re most welcome. If you ever need anyone to bring the tone down a level, then I’m that gal.
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I love the flow of the poem. The first two stanzas describe me perfectly on my carb days––I LOVE bread. Well, you certainly have not left your skills to waste.
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Great poem Al. Once again politics jumps out of your creative lines. I see the arch conservative politician here telling the working class peasants to eat cake (if they can get any). I think deep down in your sub conscious you are hankering for a go at politics at any level as a saviour of the little people.
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Ha ha! I think my saviouring of the little people will have to take a different form… am not getting in that thankless snake pit!
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Hah! I also hoard my artisan bread. 🙂
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Save me a crust, I love a slice of fresh bread… bit of a deep, thoughtful poem this time Al… hope the job hunting ain’t getting you down..
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A little… 🙂
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Hugs!
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This is making me feel weird. I’m not sure yet how to take it, and not sure I should really worry about it, especially not tonight.
XO
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