Silence
When I wait for words to come
and they refuse,
I know that silence is golden
and spreads its early morning sunlight
across the breakfast table
where yellow butter melts on hot toast.
Light from the rose window in Chartres
once spread its spectrum over my hands
and I bathed in its speckled glow.
My fingers stretched out before me
and I was speechless;
for in such glory,
mortal things like words cease to flow.
So much can never be said
even if it is sensed: fresh coffee,
poutine à pain, bread baking,
flowers bursting into bloom,
the sense of immanent beauty that fills me
each time my beloved enters the room.
rogermoorepoet 
Hot, strong coffee and fresh bread. What a delight for the senses! And then to have the company of the one you love? Even better! The poutine I know is French fried potatoes covered in cheese curds and gravy. I guess there is more than one variation.
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Poutine is basically pudding: so there are as many types of poutine as there are puddings. I love poutine a bleuets (blueberry pudding), poutine a trou (a little bun of pastry with a hole in the top and all filled with fruit and brown sugar). Poutine a pain is bread pudding. I got the recipe from the lady who cooked it and made it myself when I came home. It’s delicious. My grandmother used to make it too, so it’s an old Welsh recipe, bread and butter pudding, in some parts.
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Perhaps I will have to consult you for Le Boulangerie in the coming weeks!
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I have a couple of traditional Welsh cookbooks here. Also some family recipes. I’ll be doing crempogau tonight, with Grand Marnier … Welsh pancakes, very much like crepes suzettes. I’ll probably start with a coquille St. Jacques and then the pancakes for dessert. You may just have time to get to the airport!
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Hastily throwing together a carryon bag right now! 😀
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We’ll meet you at the airport!
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Fabulous!
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Splendous!
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Thank you for visiting and commenting.
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Oh.now i understood.dear roger.!
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The sense of smell is so powerful: I just wish I could recreate it in my poems. Smell and taste.
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Yeah.wondeful experience to smell n taste by ur poem n thanks for giving knowledge of poutine a’ pain.
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No problem, Aruna. I am always amazed at how taste and smell bring memories flooding back.
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Bt,dear roger !!in ur post why is pain word used with poutine?
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Pain means bread in French, so poutine a pain is bread and butter pudding (with cinnamon and raisins etc). The cook was French!
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Yeah.
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True
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Dear moor!!what is d meaning of poutine a’ pain?i think-it relates from russian president putin.plz reply.
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When I was in the hospice, the overnight staff would often bake their specialities while we were sleeping and serve them up for breakfast. Poutine a pain is the French for bread pudding, or bread and butter pudding. It is delicious, smelling of cinnamon, spices, raisins etc. Nothing to do with the Russian President!
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This is lovely…a beautiful love lyric
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Thanks, Mr. Cake. It is one of my favorites and Clare likes it too. She’s the source of most of my poetry, but I rarely write about her directly.
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You write very touchingly about her Roger.
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We’ve been together a long time now and we have many interests in common, too. Clare is the graphic designer on most of my poetry books.
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She is talented and you are lucky.
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Beutiful lines-i know d silence is golden……..positive attitude for life ,dear moor.
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Thanks Aruna. Hope all is better with you now and with your brother. Let me know.
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I’m back again Roger. I liked this one too. Now I will work down to where I last left off.
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Good to see you, John. I had Kevin over for an hour this afternoon. Great fun.
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Love the ‘speckled light’ … true that some things are too lovely to be captured in words, but we have to keep trying, so others can see.
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We do our best, dear Jane, you with your wonderful drawings and paintings, me with my colorful cartoons and my photos. We also try to capture, in words, what we see with our eyes and feel with our fingers and sense through our noses: so difficult. But we try. Sometimes, once in a while, we succeed. Here’s to that success!
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I think this might be one of my favorites, Roger. It’s lovely!
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So pleased you like it, Tanya. Something has happened to my poetry recently and I am seeing things more clearly. I am really enjoying my current revisions and writings. My next poetry book is going to be a winner (of what I don’t know! People’s hearts, I hope).
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I look forward to it!
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