pan·e·gyr·ic
— Leif —
Bread:
in complexity
and difference,
small discoveries.
Not lovingly handled
warm, breastlike,
beautiful
softly powdered,
rising lump of goodness
more like
Children.
sticky unpleasant
unruly and wet
flour wants
to become bread
any way
keep away
keep an eye out.
Both.
sometimes caress
It knows the rest.
in fire proven
like you
raku,
accidentally perfect
simply
complex
happy
perplexity
tasty chewy
~ beauty ~
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Leif continues to impress.
Leif -i love the sensory imagery and aliveness in this poem, and your analogy to raku pottery. Even the form of the words looks kind of like a risen loaf of bread from the side.