Unfamiliar Beauty
* an acrostic written for day 100 of the Stafford poem-a-day challenge.
On a day begun in sleepy routine, do
Not worry how high your bread rises.
Every loaf like every minute
Hunts and finds its rightness, its
Unfamiliar beauty. And surely
No one should say this is a
Day like any other. Its bells
Ring a tune you will never
Ever hear again. Hold it to your heart,
Deem it right to linger, unlid its singing.
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ONEHUNDRED
How do you do it?
I can’t do 30.
((This is a mighty fine poem,
by the way.))
Terrific, Nancy!
Love this! Especially, “Every loaf like every minute / Hunts and finds its rightness”
“unlid its singing.” – oh my heart! An acrostic to boot! You’ve got the golden touch.
I love the hopefulness of this poem. There is a certain enchantment in “its bells ring a tune you will never ever hear again.”
Wow !!!!
yeah ! ” unlid it’s singing. ”
Congratulations!!!!
Great write ” do
Not worry how high your bread rises.”
Oh, Nancy, this poem really hit me. The image of the loaf and “finding its rightness, its unfamiliar beauty” works so well.
I swooned at the poem’s ending:
“Hold it to your heart,
Deem it right to linger, unlid its singing.”
That “unlid its singing” undid me.
Exquisite!
Love:
Every loaf like every minute
Hunts and finds its rightness, its
Unfamiliar beauty.
Love the way the poem builds on sounds, ringing, singing, and wordplay.