i knead the dough
roll
pull
twist
punch
just as i had watched you do
all those many times ago
i infuse the dough
immerse
saturate
imbue
soak
it with every emotion
i have bottled up
i have salted the dough
with my tears
in the hopes
of cleansing myself
ridding
melting
purging
the pain this day dredges up
the last thing i wish
is celebrate this day
our day
yours and mine
the one you suffered for
all those years ago
just so that we might share
this day
together
you and me
i knead the dough
roll
pull
twist
punch
wishing these hands were yours
instead of mine
in case your wondering, pizza.
inspiration for this too salty treat comes from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>cleanse(-e+ing), knead, melt(ing)].
A powerful, emotional poem where the kneading of the dough becomes a kind of kitchen punching bag of frustration! Really beautiful!
ReplyDeletePizza - and much more..Jae
ReplyDeleteDough is really handy for that it neads and lot of kneading. I love this poem.
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