Soft Toast

Soft Toast


The toast is soft, no golden hue, not burnt;
No crispy edges—doughy is the treat.
I didn’t want to burn the toast, you see—

No butter melts, with time that I must learn.
While morning slips away, turning fleet,
The warmth of home is where my heart will be.

My home is warm, secure, serene and sweet.
For fear of flames, I stay on this safe shore;
I didn’t want to burn the bridge, you see—

Afraid I might not handle all that heat.
Yet here I bask in bliss forevermore,
I savor both the toast and home’s decree.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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