Soft Warm Dough
Soft, warm dough feels like damp clay
Beneath worn bony fingers
Smells of sugar in the air
See specks of flour floating
But only in the sunlight
Drifting through open windows
A gray cat stirs nose-twitching
Wrinkled cheeks curve up smooth lips
Gnarled hands drift through soft fur
Heat from the oven, baking
Wild silver hair frames her face
Floating in the summer breeze
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Each line is seven syllables. I wanted to make an unrhyming poem with each line the same number of syllables. This is the result.
Soft Warm Dough (C) J. Crawford
Beneath worn bony fingers
Smells of sugar in the air
See specks of flour floating
But only in the sunlight
Drifting through open windows
A gray cat stirs nose-twitching
Wrinkled cheeks curve up smooth lips
Gnarled hands drift through soft fur
Heat from the oven, baking
Wild silver hair frames her face
Floating in the summer breeze
*****
Each line is seven syllables. I wanted to make an unrhyming poem with each line the same number of syllables. This is the result.
Soft Warm Dough (C) J. Crawford