Give Us this Day Our Daily Bread-A Slice of Life
Posted: Wednesday, February 15, 2012
by Ella Camp
This day it dawned tenaciously, as any other did-
In contemplation of the means, her famished dreams to rid
The slice that was her daily bread-
She set upon a dish-
Ennui gaze was met again by time-worn daily wish.
Longing visions of leisure refrain-
Danced tauntingly in her head-
Of soft warm mounds of butter,
Rendered an arid palate by those faithless melting swirls-
In haunted deprivation-
Her flag of life unfurls.
The dross of gold betwixt each fold-
Drifts dismal to the plate-
And in the breath of reverie a bold whisper,
“Be not late.”
To bring into fruition this intemperate dream,
She has not the pence to spend-
Save in frugal accomplishment, her daily slice to rend.
Half a slice with butter spread-
Or whole dry in its stead.
To weigh the price of loss and gain,
We reap our daily bread.
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Top-level comments on this article: (8 total)A very beautiful and wonderful poem, El. I can only contemplate what it is like to have one's deepest wishes to come true, for they have been so fleeting in my lifetime. But I am happy to know that some of yours and mine have come true. LA&F Rick.
Beautiful poem Ella. Thank you, dawnThank you for your description of the poem- you are quite welcome- Always Ella
To weigh the price of loss and gain,
We reap our daily bread - Love your crafting of this complicated, but simple piece. It is lovely and powerful and touching.It is so good to know someone who can understand the language of my writing- therefore we can communicate- Thanks so much Chris- Always Ella
What can you say? Another slice of bread for my butter, please. :-)If you have more than one slice- you may be spreading your butter too thin.....I like my butter spread from crust-to-crust- most people do. :)-Matter of fact- I'd like a little jam too-but that's for other wishes- Thanks Dave- always a pleasure- Always Ella
I always bring plenty of butter to the party and the jam...well that usually comes after my wishes have been answered. HaHa! You need a genie in a bottle..........
Weighing up loss and gain is hard. Accepting the loss for the gain I want isn't my forte! I keep wondering - is this equation cast in stone or is it just a reflection of how much my consciousness can embrace?At times we all purchase something that costs more than our particular pocketbook can stand. We buy it anyway, because we think we want it badly- just have to have it. Oft times we come to realize, when we get it home and wear it or use it, that we've ripped ourselves off- and that it wasn't worth the price we paid- not to us anyway. So, we may return it, and get something else, probably something more in line with what we can comfortably pay. Of course we may find that we do like it and are willing to pay the price to keep it. If we find ourselves in a position to do so, we may haggle over the price, and claim it at a lessor cost. Everything costs something- and we are the shoppers in life. In the poem I say that in order to get the butter, she had to pay half her slice of daily bread; she must decide if it's worth it to her. Thanks Jenn- this was fun and interesting- Always- Ella
An epitaph of why sliced bread is always better than the next best thing.
If I wrote this, you'd suggest:"Why not try dinner rolls"?
Much affection,
PaulDinner rolls are eaten at the last meal of the day...I'm still eating lunch-sandwiches-made with sliced bread. If I'm not very hungry, I may only eat half- but still want that half spread with butter......Thanks so much for honoring me with your presence- Always- Ella
Beautifully written Ella. Your new profile pic is beautiful as well. At least I think it's new, or maybe I've been away too long. All the best, Brianna2x thank you Bri- Yes the pic is new- I just posted it a few days ago- Rick took it about a week ago. Try not to stay away too long...I miss you- we all do, I'm sure. Always Ella
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