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I Am a Pastry Chef

i am a pastry chef
the constant baker my lot in life
i have shelves filled with life's spices
grains from many different fields
my ovens are in constant heat
doors begging to be opened
that feed the outer shop
where the world may peruse, purchase 
if it so cares
but on that end, i hardly bother
i am not interested in what life
saunters away with
more so the ghosts that come in
this kitchen for an illuminating chat
after the recipe has been prepared
and the tray safely behind the oven door
we sit and line by line remember the limns
that now rest in ages gone by
delighted i am with each new word
that passes the lips from fields long harvested
or explore a bit of myth, perfect metaphor
how can one ever be alone
when so many pastry chefs 
come thru the door, accompanied by pages
that has served them well
and tho they never lift a tray
they are in every recipe
and every pastry you taste

   OKC   6/27

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Ann Cantu

Date: 5/22/2023 12:09:00 PM

It’s said that every poem’s a love poem. This makes a good case for that premise. Beautifully written.

Michael Tor

Date: 7/3/2022 6:53:00 PM

Timothy first I hope you are feeling better. An amazing piece you have made real here. Love your unique metaphors that are uniquely created. Theme is one which I think was creativity at its best. Congratulations my friend...

Timothy Ray
Date: 7/4/2022 4:34:00 AM

if i have any talent for a metaphor it is because of my love of the le bon ton of poetry....if we find we have the want to write poetry as any decent apprentice we must learn from the master tradesmen and Lord knows the women, they open neuropathways where we create...it is the message not the messenger...my poem "poet is the ship's Captain" speaks of this

Gary Radice

Date: 6/29/2022 5:37:00 AM

Great ingredients Timothy and so many wonderful layers. You've cooked up a treat of a poem here proving that cake is not just for birthdays - It's for poets too. Cheers - Gary

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/30/2022 5:06:00 AM

thank you Gary, fighting a touch of Covid currently, see reply to Susan below for a better response...

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 6/28/2022 4:05:00 PM

Hello Timothy Ray, a very interesting creative poem. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/30/2022 11:31:00 AM

Hello Timothy Ray, a poem can come from anywhere. I can see it coming from a Love song. Enjoy your day my friend.

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/30/2022 5:03:00 AM

thank you Darlene....see reply to Susan below

Susan Lawrence

Date: 6/28/2022 7:07:00 AM

Timothy, I shall read this many times to savor its delicacies. You have a gift of swimming inside and outside of the human mind and heart in so many wonderful ways which I adore. I love the trays in the kitchen, the ghosts, the quiet solitude after the oven door is closed. So much here. So much more to learn from your words. I love the passage of time past, present and future. Beautiful. Love, Susan

Timothy Ray
Date: 6/30/2022 5:02:00 AM

thank you Susan....i am humbled by such praise....this grew out of my walking thru the the Aubade poems of poets, “daybreak” love songs that welcome the new morning but also lament the end of the night. Thus, it is typically about lovers parting at dawn....such a wealth to liesure within