Maneuvered.
Layer upon layer,
expectations for perfection.
Like yeast-leavened dough
worked and plied,
slathered with to-dos.
You-wills pummeled into thinning skin.
Turned again and again by strong hand.
Beneath the slamming and kneading,
beginnings obliterated.
Raised to croissant elite.
Bran muffin, never an option.
Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday, a bit late! Quadrille is a poem composed of exactly 44 words, sans title. The prompt word, to be included in some form for this post was “up” — I’ve used “upon”. dVerse is a wonderful virtual pub for poets at http://dversepoets.com. Prompts are given every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Come join us!
lillian the home poet 
I love this analogy! Wonderful, Lil.
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Nice line: “Raised to croissant elite.”
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This really spoke to me. “Beginnings obliterated.” Very thought-provoking and well written.
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Lovely – I like the strong hands despite the thinning skin.
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Love the analogy in this, Lillian. Follows through beautifully.
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Online Learning
For a Lifetime of
Arts and Sciences
Expanding Evermore Up
Now Where She Goes No
one Really Knows Feels and
Senses Future of Human Nature
As We Become our Tools Remains Potential..:)
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Excellent analogy. What a challenge with only 44 words to use. Well done. Thank you.
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