Gold Rising

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #219 – “The Rise (and fall) of Poetry.”
Let’s write a “RISE” poem. Be it getting up in the morning,or going up or expanding like bread dough, tell us of your rise in poetry. Or even write of your rise to poetry. Look up and see where poetry takes you!

First
time
ever
I baked new
recipe–yellow
sweet bread, three risings, I could not
resist peeking. Bread rose and rose, golden domes topping
pans. Scent swept house, piquing my hunger pangs. I rose to the table with
lots of butter.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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