13 August 2006

Poetry of Baking


At night, I wake up sweating
And feel poems baking in my heart
Like my grandmother's biscuits.
As I toss and turn, they brown and rise.
I test each one and add a pat of butter here,
Some honey there, a bit of jam.
I will savor them with my morning coffee.

-- Published in Writer's Journal 2004 . Raynette Eitel



6:23 AM, October 20, 2009 Reply  

Poems baking in the heart, so if you want to sing it what would be the lyrics.

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