Sunday, September 3, 2017

Yeast

Yeast

The mixture of grains,
eggs and milk,
lie flat
and sterile
until infinitesimal beings
emerge,
and conquer 
the harvested fields,
exhaling 
and shrugging
to stretch  the fibers
into a precarious state,
only to be subdued
by metallically contained
energy.

-Robert L. Jackson III


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13 comments:

  1. Jae RoseSeptember 3, 2017 at 5:49 AM

    A wonderful brew

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  2. MarySeptember 3, 2017 at 6:18 AM

    What an absolutely brilliant description of yeast! I feel as if I have experienced it firsthand.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 3, 2017 at 8:31 AM

    I love those "infinitesimal beings" that transform flour into bread. LOL. Very cool.

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  4. ThotpurgeSeptember 3, 2017 at 8:50 AM

    Hungry now ��

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  5. brudbergSeptember 3, 2017 at 9:41 AM

    Now I want some beer... :-) (or maybe bread)

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  6. Sanaa RizviSeptember 3, 2017 at 10:06 AM

    Okay now I am hungry :)

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  7. JulianSeptember 3, 2017 at 11:45 AM

    A pint size poem with gallons of content, I enjoyed your poem.

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  8. tonispencerSeptember 3, 2017 at 5:12 PM

    I love baking with yeast, the smell of it, the magic of it. You brought the little yeast critters to life in this.

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  9. indybevSeptember 3, 2017 at 5:28 PM

    I could fairly smell the fragrance as I read this!

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  10. ayalaSeptember 3, 2017 at 5:47 PM

    Cool! :)

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-WadeSeptember 3, 2017 at 11:31 PM

    Ain't science grand?

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  12. colleenSeptember 4, 2017 at 5:26 AM

    I forgot to read the title first and thought it was bugs or fungi. Close.

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  13. Sarah RussellSeptember 4, 2017 at 7:26 AM

    "...shrugging / to stretch the fibers / into a precarious state...". Perfect description!

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