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Kneading Autumn's Yearning

Daniel Henry Rodgers

 

When my short story becomes a poem, that becomes a short story that is a poem.

"In the heart of autumn's kitchen, we learn that every ending is merely a beginning waiting to be baked into reality." Daniel Henry Rodgers

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[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g] Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air Her world f e r m e n t s, bubbling complexities. She smooths her ap|ron like smoothing the w r i n k l e s of time Each fold a page from Pip, Quixote, Odysseus, Huck Finn Dog-eared courage rising within her undefined frame. Under a f i r m a m e n t of knowing stars, she embarks Her quest: to vanquish the specter of "that woman" The dough will rise without her—as did her innocence. T o w n unfolds—a prognosticator of possibilities Each street a new bend in life's rural Miss iss ippi Her shoes wear thin, Cinderella at mid|night's precipice. {The blacksmith, modern Hephaestus, looks up} Hammer poised mid-str[ike], voice rough as cal[lus]ed hands: "What brings you to my forge, little lady?" "I seek 'Vi vi an,'" she retorts— A pebble of defiance against the current of f e a r. His eyes narrow sparks cooling: "Careful Wanderer. Some treasures, once unearthed can't be reburied." Words hung like s m o k e in the forge of her understanding. Days blur—w e e k s—a montage of searching Determination burns bright as Ahab's obsession Until she reaches a seaside tavern, its signs Flickering like Gatsby's e l u s i v e green light. An old sailor rasps, voice creaking like ghostly r i g g i n g "Vi vi an? Aye, I knew the lass. The sea claimed her Years ago—a sailor's siren song her final lullaby." Samantha's world t i l t s, certainties crumbling Like Ozymandias's statue in the desert of truth. The woman she vowed to destroy: g o n e. Journey's knife-edge cuts short, an epiphany r i s e s. Trudging home through gathering clouds—her turmoil's mirror Realization heavy as Oedipus's tragic enlightenment Vivian: not just a rival, but a missing ingredient In Samantha's own unfinished recipe. The farmhouse emerges—a humble Ithaca post-odyssey Understanding washes o v e r her like Prospero's released magic A small figure in a wild world vast beyond human mending Bewildered as Alice at the Mad Hatter's tea party Hank waits, face a faded-folio of relief Etched over weeks of worry, voice soft as prodigal prayer: "I feared I'd lost you too," he whispers "I had to find her," Samantha replies, tears glistening "Sometimes," Hank says, kneeling to meet her eyes, "What we seek is reflected in our own heart." "Welcome home, little one" he adds, arms open— A book's pages spread wide, inviting Twelve-year-old Sammi runs to him, embracing the childhood nearly forsaken Melting into her daddy's hug, wrapped in belonging's warmth For love, like bread, r i s e s best when given t i m e And growing up means accepting the mys|teries That even fairytales can't sol|ve... In the kitchen, abandoned dough o v e r f l o w s its bowl, yeasty aroma of l i f e and l o v e:

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Date: 1/9/2025 5:51:00 AM
You've got more history, mystery, mythology & literature wrapped up in this poem than the law should allow. But you pull it off with the greatest of ease (like the man on the flying trapeze). Once again, well done, Daniel. R/Terrell
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Date: 1/14/2025 10:12:00 AM
Hello Terrell, My new friend, and I am glad that Tom W introduced you to me. Sorry for the late response. I was under the weather and on vacation at the same time, which I suppose is poetic in its own way. I look forward to reading your art. Thanks for reading my poems!! Winter Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/30/2024 1:48:00 PM
I loved this one of yours. Makes once think and the gift of that thinking is innocence felt, through the character in this short "poem" of yours....I felt peace with her. Just beautiful, Daniel. :)
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Date: 11/30/2024 4:57:00 PM
Dear Paige, what a wonderful note and I am so appreciative. I hope you had a great weekend. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/30/2024 12:42:00 PM
Creative work. I am sure that someone who was introduced to all the old writers or books that you have added within the lines would have gotten much more from the reading. I thought about my mother saying her grandmother always yeast bread for the family and how it was her job to keep any bugs off of it while it rose in a warm place. The yeast can only do so much rising unless someone adds some more sugar because it has to have sugar upon which to feed. Thanks for sharing. Sara K
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Date: 11/30/2024 5:23:00 PM
Dear Sara, you made me smile because I grew up on a farm and we grew our own grain and ground it into flour. We always had to sift the bugs out. Grain has insect eggs that hatch over time. Most people don’t know that the flour you buy in a store has been treated so the eggs don’t hatch. Lol! Now my wife and my daughters are always baking various breads including sour dough, wheat, rye, multigrain and I get the rewards when they come out of the oven. Autumn Blessings, My a dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/30/2024 7:57:00 AM
An amazing write Daniel, you've included so many characters from the old classics and brought them back to life in your skilful write. Your a very talented poet and you'd make a excellent teacher. Hope your day is going well. Tom
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Date: 11/30/2024 5:15:00 PM
Dear Tom, it is funny because I do a lot of therapy modality training for my company and I have many stories to tell. Yes, I am an avid reader and will read between 60 to 80 books a year and do love the classics. Thank you so much for your motivating comments. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/30/2024 7:39:00 AM
Daniel, the lesson seems to be that what we seek is reflected in our own heart (your words). Fun to think about a journey to find that which is lost. An allegory for therapy I would say. Perhaps that which seems lost is simply something hidden we need to understand or interpret so that we can go on and discover our true selves. It's an intriguing poem. Therapy is such an interesting art and a story like this combines much that can bring smiles. So I'm thinking about baking and about all the preparation and labor that goes into it. Then baking it later. There are different phases to baking and understanding. Fun to think and smile about.
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Date: 11/30/2024 5:08:00 PM
Hello Duke! Nice to hear from you. I love your take on my poem! Yes the connected themes of self-discovery and therapy to baking—both require patience and understanding. In therapy we create treatment plans akin to recipes and steps to finding a life worth living. Autumn Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/28/2024 11:52:00 PM
I agree with Valsa. Your knowledge of classic novels is so impressive. Loved your intro to story as poem as story and that ending is delicious as home baked bread.
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Date: 11/30/2024 7:10:00 AM
Dear Andrea, you filled my morning with your lovely comments. I am such an avid reader and I guess it is all apart of my self-care. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/28/2024 7:23:00 PM
Wow.... you are a prodigious reader.... indeed a bibliophile. You are familiar with all classics of the time. I am surprised at the range of literary figures you have used in your poem. I see references to Cervantes' Don Quixote, Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn, Homer's Odysseus, Melville's Moby Dick, Shakespeare's Hamlet and Tempest, Louis Carol's Alice in Wonderland, Shelley's Ozymandias.... wow! Countless. Even the name- Vivian has a mysterious connotation. Daniel, your knowledge of classics is astounding. What a beautiful ending to the whole tale.... "For love, like bread, r i s e s best when given t i m e And growing up means accepting the mys|teries That even fairytales can't sol|ve... " I stay wide mouthed! Hats off, gifted friend!
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Date: 11/30/2024 7:08:00 AM
Dearest Valsa, Thank you so much! Your thoughtful comments truly fill me and mean the world to me. I’m thrilled that you recognized the literary references in my poem. Once I start researching it is hard to stop. lol! Your encouragement deeply inspires me. I appreciate your support! Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/28/2024 7:24:00 AM
YoUr ending stanza is so warm and tender as Samatha's Daddy envelops her with love and a bear hug, yet the mysteries of life and love will grow as will the rising bread - Samantha kneads the dough that will rise in the first stanza, and smooths her apron of the wrinkles of time - life is but a dream I say Daniel, It takes one but a few minutes to remember and recall most of their life. A wonderful write and another fave for me my friend, Blessings, Jennifer
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Date: 11/28/2024 8:00:00 AM
Dear Jennifer, Happy Thanksgiving my friend and I hope you are enjoying your day. I know I am for I am blessed by your comments and deeper insights that fill the soul. It does only take seconds to scan our one life and find the joy in all things. A heartfelt Thank you! Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/27/2024 11:32:00 PM
Dear daniel, you are an excellent storyteller too, and your narrative flows with such creative wordplay and use of poetic techniques which makes your write so very poetically appealing too. You have a wise mind and that can be felt through your stories too, and especially as i read these words i felt like i heard a reminder that i would take for now as its deep and profound “ For love, like bread, r i s e s best when given time, And growing up means accepting the mys|teries~~how touching and soulfully meaningful dear daniel! I think those words would linger for a while and the flow of this story and depth of it makes it worthy of all the accolades and also a fave! This definitely is a fave! Hope you are enjoying thanksgiving with your family. Sending you and your family light today and always
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Date: 11/28/2024 7:55:00 AM
My Dear Empress, what a joy to read on Thanksgiving day here in the USA. I give thanks for many friends here at PS and you are a true blessings in so many ways and I am grateful for all your poems and comments. You see so many ideas, concepts, and deeper meaning in many of my poems. I hope your day and weekend are full of journeys and creative ideas. Hugs! Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/27/2024 7:07:00 PM
"love, like bread, r i s e s best when given t i m e" - Beautifully written.
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Date: 11/28/2024 7:50:00 AM
Dear Christuraj, I so appreciative of your wonderful comments! Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/27/2024 5:06:00 PM
What a tale Daniel. Your creative juices are at it again. Loved how you incorporated all the creative metaphors in telling your story. Keep writing my friend it is one of the things you do best... Enjoy your Thanksgiving and thanks for your effort in posting this tale...
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Date: 11/28/2024 7:49:00 AM
Hello Michael, Happy Thanksgiving and I give thanks for your friendship and uplifting comments. It is always a great joy! Autumn Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/27/2024 11:46:00 AM
Your poems take a while to read but are worth the read, more than one. That lovely yeasty dough, described perfectly for my taste buds, Vi vi an…like a ghostly call… The woman she vowed to destroy: g o n e…and the classics listed at the beginning. So much treasure to finger through! Happy Thanksgiving!
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Date: 11/27/2024 3:35:00 PM
Dear Kim, I think I lose readership when my poems go over 3 to 4 stanzas. Nonetheless I love writing short story type poems. I am thankful that you were willing to support my poem stories. I tried to cover up the girls age until the end besucase I wanted to create mystery around her. After all she loves to read classics. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/27/2024 9:15:00 AM
What a lovely write/story/picture. The kitchen is the heart of the home. Good food/good times...  Have A Blessed/Happy Thanksgiving, Paula...................
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Date: 11/27/2024 3:31:00 PM
Dear Paula, growing up on a farm I always remember Grandma and Mom in the kitchen cooking and baking with the smells permeating the house. Such great memories. Thank you for your wonderful comments. You have a Blessed Thanksgiving also! Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 11/27/2024 8:27:00 AM
Great poetic short story. In metaphorical and true thoughts, she goes on a journey of self-discovery. Great imagery. Great poetry.
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Date: 11/27/2024 3:26:00 PM
Dear Victor, I love writing these little short stories. Thank you so much for your supportive nature. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

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