DocAndersen
Churning, although no butter
the center of the storm
flowing around us
cold and driving
the white caps
created
by squeezing
and pressing.
Pushing into a smaller
and smaller space
until
the churning again.
But no butter.
Toast
rising from the toaster
hot
with today’s weather
imprinted in brown
the surface craggy
but the churning made no butter
and the bread lies
soggy and wet now
the churning leaving
no butter behind….
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Do you sometimes wonder why?
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Yes
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No
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The song is wonderful. Toast without butter is tasty, but I love it with butter ?
Toast without butter is crunchy, but I like my toast with Marmalade!
I agree. I also would not be defending jams. I’m very sweet ?
It is important to be a nice person!
Toasted bread with no butter
still tasty
crunchy too
with storm jam
taste combination
grilled ice.
Grilled Ice sounds interesting. I wonder what that would taste like. 🙂
It’s a mysterious taste, just as we feel when we are confused in the middle between two sides of the duality.
It can be, the path we thought we were on is not in fact the path we are on.
That is very possible. To anyone.
I like the writing. The picture reminds me of the turbulent days when the sea is angry.
Thanks, the poem comes from about 24 years ago. First time i’ve shared it.
There is always a first time. I’m glad you shared it with us.
Thank you 🙂 I put a lot of my old poems in a box many years ago. I decided to start sharing them!