An excellent smell made it's way through the air
I ordered for bread, and sat on a chair
The bread was for my breakfast, it would be on my plate
I got home, and the fresh crunchy, crisp bread I ate
I Imagined the dough being knead
To form some excellent bread
Through my mouth the bread's taste did melt
I cleansed the plate, and on the floor to pick up bread crumbs, I knelt
-Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
Hope you left me some of the bread
ReplyDeleteNever underestimate the power of fresh bread! Lovely use of the words; now I'm hungry!
ReplyDeleteThis made me hungry it was so powerful.
ReplyDeleteYou can't beat good bread. Try making your own - I do, and have got quite good at it.
ReplyDeleteI AM a sucker for really good bread. this piece made my mouth water and my tummy growl.
ReplyDeleteNice use of prompt words :) and nice use of bread too:)
ReplyDeleteYuuuuuummmm!
ReplyDeleteAnd I would live close to a bakery, too!
We seldom think about the love that's required to prepare a good meal. You captured that gratitude very well!
ReplyDeleteNice poems...but do write regularly..as i was used 2 reading a new poem every morning...and oh! DO write more about that wonderful sister of yours!
ReplyDeleteI agree with R. Burnett Baker. My wife makes bread from scratch and I know only too well how much work she has to put in. I think that's why it tastes & smells so good...it's made from love.
ReplyDeleteWell done, as usual Gaurang!
Hello Gaurang,
ReplyDeleteYour poems always pleased my soul.... i really can't believe that you're so young yet very talented... keep graces coming and always stay humble...Happy Easter!!!^^
~Kelvin