The prompt from Jingle Poetry was to write of hobbies and passions. So much of my life work is also passion and I never think of them as hobbies. I dug into other activities that I love that may be considered hobbies and I remembered... baking.
Love takes form from
measuring cups and spoons
and a very tired, inexpensive mixer
which has whipped up more cookies
and cakes and breads and breakfast
delicacies we ever thought it
would when we bought it
so cheaply, years ago
This year, different
as the holiday baking spree began
My champion helper,
the Chairperson of the
Family Excitement for the
Holidays Committee sat
studying under her gabled
college house roof while
we, 3,000 miles west
Measured and sifted and
stirred and whirred and
packaged and mailed and
crossed our fingers sending
love, in food form, to
encourage her, make her
smile, remember her
as her finals and
the end of her first
beginning draws near
I enjoyed this. I feel the same, my hobbies are reading, writing, blogging and music :)
Thank you for this wonderfully sincere piece
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/my-poetic-man/
Posted by: Lynnaima | December 13, 2010 at 09:59 AM
This is really touching. I can almost smell those cookings baking. Love the job title. Chairman of the...
My potluck: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/on-reading-a-poem-for-poetry-potluck-and-monday-morning-writing-prompt/
Posted by: Victoria | December 13, 2010 at 10:55 AM
Cooking is an awesome family activity; it's educational, it helps bond us together, and (hopefully) it's tasty! Nice post, Julie
Posted by: Eric 'Bubba' Alder | December 13, 2010 at 12:09 PM
Love takes form from
measuring cups and spoons..
true, love your metaphor, well done, girl!
the image adds credit to the whole art.
Thanks for sharing!
A++
Posted by: Jingle | December 14, 2010 at 02:56 PM
Poetry delights me as everything can become a muse. It makes me look at the world in such detail. Someone recently commented on "good poetry and bad poetry" but to me, each poem is a very special view of someone so how could it be bad? Baking is a meditation for me and now it is poetry. Thank you! hugs, pat
Posted by: Pat Cegan | December 19, 2010 at 12:52 PM