measure for measure


with the aroma of bread warm 

from the oven

now cooling on the rack   permeating


every possible surface and hidden surface

i ask myself   as i

slice and butter and consume first one


then another   then a third   which

is the worse sin   gluttony

or martyrdom   oh   forgive me my sin   or don't 


i take a plate of the warm   buttered

bread to marketa

who doesn't ask such questions   who simply


enjoys the offering   who thanks me 

it can be that simple






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Written on 2020-04-02 at 23:12

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Hello one trick pony,
It reminds me of the potato in War and Peace. Warm bread and butter - Eve's apple or simply delicious, I'm going for the latter. How we question the simple things in life when life is suffering all around us. A poem perfect in all. Very well done.

Kind regards, Tony.

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes pesky questions pop up when we're doing something mundane, like slicing bread or making coffee. Yet, the point is to "simply enjoy the offering" rather than questioning. I like the way the poem progresses, from simple kitchen work to contemplation to serving/eating. However, I'm not sure about the "untold hidden/ hidden surfaces" line. Is there a specific reason for repeating the word "hidden" thrice?