kneading flour– I fold into myself (originally appeared in The Asahi Shimbun, January 15, 2016) Published by Cherese Cobb Cherese Cobb is a freelance writer from Maryville, TN. View all posts by Cherese Cobb
Nice, and deeply felt, Cherese_! __Now to another need of flower, as we watch the garden; thanks for this inspiration_. Smiles_! sun kneads earth into flower's stem open pettles _m Reply
I love the allusion to kneading being a meditative practice, lovely work. bread baking – the new house smells like home Reply
Sometimes mundane, repetitive tasks are just what's needed to drift off in thought. Very nice. marion Reply
So rich. As you fold flour to knead it so the poet folds into herself. in meditation? A dance of joy? Lovely. Reply
Nice, and deeply felt, Cherese_!
__Now to another need of flower, as we watch the garden; thanks for this inspiration_. Smiles_!
sun kneads
earth into flower's stem
open pettles
_m
__Ooops, >petals.<
I love the allusion to kneading being a meditative practice, lovely work.
bread baking – the new house smells like home
Sometimes mundane, repetitive tasks are just what's needed to drift off in thought. Very nice.
marion
So rich. As you fold flour to knead it so the poet folds into herself. in meditation? A dance of joy?
Lovely.