read write poem: napowrimo day 10 celebrate–any kind of celebration experience, family, friends, the good or bad. for me it was the luxury of french toast all the senses stretched filled with the bizarre and mysterious childhood happiness.
photo: JAlpers, flickr
a
simple meal
french toast feast
magic potion mixture
something special
synthesis
every
sunday morning
just after church
savory
simmering serenade
cinnamon surround clouds
we
sit together
heaven earth bound
mom’s
cooking sings
fulfilling happiness happens
solo
recollecting reverie
flipping french toast
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Pieceofpie,
Yummy poem!
Pamela
Great, love the alliteration:
“savory
simmering serenade
cinnamon surround clouds…”
Sweet poem and memories. The first stanza is striking in its minimal simplicity, almost reductive but solid.
My memories of family Sunday after-church french toast is more frantic!
“heaven earth bound” love the paradox, the ambiguity. =)
Oh, I love this poem! My sister made gourmet French toast when the family last visited, and it was delicious. I like how you end the poem with the flipping. And that photo is so eye-catching!
Lovely poem! Oh does that bring back the memories– my mom also used to make French toast on Sundays, while my dad put on the Brandenburg Concertos in the background. And yes, the cinnamon!
Great, get the smell from the kitchen …
French toast is one of my favorite foods with cinnamon and syrup. INCREDIBLE. Love your beautiful description of this experience.
~Mark
“savory
simmering serenade
cinnamon surround clouds
we
sit together
heaven earth bound”
JUST fabulous.
so yummy. I can taste the cinnamon surround clouds!