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!
I baked new
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.