Broadcast
Imagine this nourished, full air—and the surprised
discovery expanded into a feast,
not feed,
not feed,
singing until every real thing feels like a blessing
of itself,
of itself,
until every honest bread is made cake twice over,
rich and pithy—a thing to be consumed,
felt, then remembered.
19 thoughts on "Broadcast"
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Love: “singing until every real thing feels like a blessing
of itself,”
I really like the “until every honest bread is made cake twice over” line.
Oh Shaun!!! So real and auch delicate word-work…
“made cake twice”
Is gold!
“surprised/
discovery expanded into a feast,/
not feed,”
Yes yes!!!
Amen brother, great poem.
Unique word choice!
I like the celebration of presence and sensory richness. I also like the message that ordinary things can become sacred when properly attended to.
“singing until every real thing feels like a blessing
of itself,” Yes!
This poem is incredible. The way it moves and the message(s) it holds—stunning!
“until every honest bread is made cake twice over” < this feels so fresh but also familiar/almost proverbial. I love it. Great poem!
I can only echo Chelsie this morning, “until every honest bread is made cake twice over,” is heady stuff. Another classic.
“a blessing of itself”
What a joy.
The broadcast
of a wonderful prayer.
“Imagine” is the door to this beauty, Shaun.
Such a wonder! This poem opens its mouth wider each time I read it.
Love this, Shaun! Richly rhythmic, masterful message, in flawless form. You are a writer’s writer
Lovely! You capture a sense of profound gratitude so well. The title took me a minute, then I realized its double meaning (having been around a few farms). (I hope that’s accurate!)
Simply beautiful. I especially love the last line.
The APPRECIATION of your piece is quite worthy of appreciation and beauty! Thank you for your sensitive reflection of magnifying the moments we breathe sometimes not even knowing how lucky we are to have air!!! Thank you Shaun!!! appreciate your words
This really does open wider as you read it. Very cool, I love how you got this effect!
Shaun, this poem is such a wonder. So full of tenderness and longing. Yes, this needs to be “broadcast.” Love how the poem starts with “Imagine” and continues to expand even further than your last line.
Love this poem.
“discovery expanded into a feast,
not feed,” sounds like a prayer or a blessing we should pass around, whisper above the craddles of a new generation like god-people.