Rise – dVerse Poets – Quadrille
Image: Honore Daumier’s painting “The Uprising” 1860.
The bakery opened with a flourish
and the baker said,
“rejoice, eat cake”
but soon he only offered
stale breads, yet
the people continued to pay,
timidly accepting his insult
without thought, but lately
I’ve been feeling that our
yeast will rise once again.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, politics, Quadrille
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A great princess learned that the peasants had no bread, so she said, “Let them eat cake.”
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Yes, I couldn’t resist the reference, nice to know it was noticed, thank you very much for sharing that.
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I like the hopefulness in the last line.
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Me too, I really want an awakening, thank you Frank, and glad you found hope in there.
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Thank you so much for the awesome poem
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Thank you Francis.
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Most welcome sir🙏🙏🙏🙏
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This sounds hopefully prophetic.
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It is indeed, thank you 🙂
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From your mouth to God’s ears! May the yeast rise again!
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Hoping Beverly. Thank you for adding voice.
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People do tend to put up with a lot–and even normalize it–before rising to demand better bread.
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Even I have been a sheeple in the past, now I want to have good bread. They sure do Merril, and thank you for the prompt, stimulated some creative juice.
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May it rise!
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Soon hopefully, thank you.
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Yes, hopefully! You are welcome, Paul.
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🙂
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A powerful analogy. Here’s to the leavening.
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Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, yes, the leavening, hope.
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Deep
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Thank you
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