Over at Jama's Alphabet Soup, she's talking about doughnuts. Don't go there. It's not delightfully doughnutty at all.
I've got muffins coming out of the oven in a minute, hot and surely yummy and smelling good but not nearly as tempting as a delicious doughnut would be.
Unfilled
I have this yearning:
a gnawing
a yawning
a yelling;
it's deep.
It shouts for
those fulsome, superior sweets;
for fine
and so fatty
and sugary treats.
Because like likes like,
this crevace needs a cruller.
A holey confection would fill me much fuller;
this abyss
needs the kiss
of sweet doughnut bliss.
©2017 Rebekah Hoeft
Delightfully sweet calling and poem Rebekah, thanks, and for the visuals too!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle!
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