The Function of Toast

The Wrong Questions , Part Two

Breaking up eggs
Into bite-sized pieces
Where should I place
The light on the window-sill,
The dreams I did not dream,
Aboriginal feeling adrift in the lilacs?

The movement of shadow
Challenges my rewound memory
To silence and failure
For the sake of failure.

I feel like I’m on trial
For conveying dispassionate passion
In discontinuous images, while
Valorized harmony
Nudges sense aside.

Sopping up the leftover sauce
Is what the poems of old age are for.
Remember to put in the conjunctions
Or not…to make the reader think

Or not.

"EAT MORE TOAST MAN!!!!!! WITHOUT TOAST THE WORLD WOULD BE BREADLESS TOAST FOR LIFE"

TOAST LUVER 17

amen, brother

I love how you explore the daily rituals and come up with new meanings within them.


Les

Thanks, Les. I do sometimes think I am on trial and that the jury is actually made up of different parts of myself that I have lost touch with. Sometimes I think the judge is someone I speak to often, but have never met...like you and K.Q. and Johnny and Mary and Terry etc.

Cheers,

Peter

Moments before I read Peter's offering, I came across that quote in a comments section criticizing Chrysler's wanting a bailout and awarding bonuses to boot.


Deeper meanings

There's the fun of allegorical thinking...it really does apply to more than one think(g)!

Thanks Johnny,

Peter

Yes! Another beauty.
Toast works for this theme better than anything I've read. It touches what is going on from a great angle.
Steve

I thought of this old favorite when I read it.

It is too late now for earlier ways;
now there are only some other ways,
and only one way to find them- fail.

William Stafford

Thanks, Steve. I admit I have not thought of Stafford for more than twenty years now. Thanks for the reminder,

Peter

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dispassionate passion is a very interesting thing to think about, Peter, and makes me smile that you said it. I would not ever wish to be your or anybody else's judge, although sometimes we get what we never wished for. Growing up in an attorney's house does have its drawbacks.

As Marie Antoinette might have said, "Let them eat toast!"

Mary

Strangely enough, Mary, we all judge each other and ourselves every day of our lives. The trick is to also be generous, both to others and to otherselves.

pax,

Peter

Strangely enough, Mary, we all judge each other and ourselves every day of our lives. The trick is to also be generous, both to others and to ourselves.

pax,

Peter

Without toast the jelly would make all your fingers sticky.

It does anyway...

and

Where should I place
The light on the window-sill,
The dreams I did not dream,
Aboriginal feeling adrift in the lilacs? = my imagination.

The poem is the work of the imagination.