Something about bread

[Paralogic]

Broken Bread
Its old, not to be thrown away not to be eaten
Not so dead in my hands, your there to remind me
Theres light in it, burnt for words, falling away from morning
Tested, served, blessings of loss for the love of no return
Rested, simple reflections collapsing against the steady confessions
Theres room for it, short but no memory to be stolen
Harmony whispers in the absence of radiance
Angry without the bitterness to hold you tight
Not so dead in my hands, your not abandoned
Good night

 

[New]

An ode to bread...fascinating in it's eccentricity.

 

[Jabberwocky]

i loved this piece. man not just bread but anything made with care that has a chance to rise and see life only to wane into the existence that we cannot contemplate always there a rembrent can go back or forward just there an idol.