It was only a loaf of bread (poem)

One loaf
out of four.
(baked to imperfection)

My 'easy' sourdough bread

My ‘easy’ sourdough bread

One loaf
chosen.
(the one most round; least browned)

Bridging our door
to theirs.
(some 30 steps away)

Three of five
arrive next morning.
(from their door to ours)

Hand-delivering
note of thanks.
(smiling faces all around)

One loaf
out of four.
(baked warmth shared)

9 thoughts on “It was only a loaf of bread (poem)

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  2. Poetsmith

    Love your sourdough bread post. I do enjoy sourdough bread very much too! I remember the German bakeries in Australia where we can buy lovely breads and pastries. Yummy! :) I was inspired to write a poem (Quaint Cafe Bakery) after a visit to Hahndorf in the Adelaide hills. Thanks for your visits and comments, Laura. Appreciate them. :) Love, Iris.

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    1. laura bruno lilly Post author

      Iris: Great to see you here…thanks for stopping by. Honestly, who can resist the smell of freshly baked bread? And as for other bakery delights, always with a cuppa Sumatra! :-)
      peace

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    1. laura bruno lilly Post author

      Thanks Anna. Our fav is what I call my ‘true’ sourdough bread, but takes 2 days to make one loaf for all its authenticity. This ‘easy’ recipe has a fine crumb and crust, just doesn’t taste how I know real sourdough is to taste…Perhaps a blog post divulging these recipes will appear in the future?!
      crummypeace

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  3. Lillian Batarseh

    Laura,

    I could almost smell that bread and was looking in the fridge for butter and jam to slather on a slice!
    (By the way, I loved the way you “shaped” each verse of the poem with the line in parentheses, just as you shaped the loaves of bread withyour hands.)

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