Photo by Emily Blincoe
…
Perhaps they
(the words, the eggs)
crave
……..(kingdom, phylum, class,)
order
in some fiber
of their being:
shell,
albumin,
yolk.
Or maybe they
(these words, those eggs)
enjoy
the way we like them scram
-bled to center,
spilled
…………v i s c o u s
and
vicious
across the pa-(n)-(g)(e).
Do they feel
(free, range)
b r o k e n,
…..or just
……………o p e n ?
Released from shell
and set to tell
the g.u.t.s of the story,
the messy-sun-yell
-ow-core,
the stored up swollen
(howl)
now?
Do they
(the eggs?)
(the words?)
stretch absurdly on their own,
plan a rebel riot rave
to save their own delicate
skin?
Ohm…let
us meditate on this:
the twisted sister bliss
of smearing them as we
(sneeze)
please,
and leaving
one
great
big
mess.
..
Written for Grace’s Poetics prompt over at dVerse.
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Wow… what an excellent wordplay on those eggs… love the scram
-bled… gave me a excellent egg (or word) point of view… the bled I mean.
Another Wow, another egg-inspired poem. Good thing I didn’t use this photo ~ Love the word play – scram-bled and this:
messy-sun-yell
-ow-core,
the stored up swollen
(howl)
now?
Thanks for playing along ~
This one is pure brilliance, bringing to an apex your style & message–a perfect “Ode to Ovum”.
Another eggcelent poem – well scrambled in your wonderful whimsygizmo style.
Loved the wordplay! I’ve never thought about eggs quite so deeply…!
Wonderful word play in this! Love all your egg words.
I love eggs, too…scrambled yellow mess! Yum!
That’s a great question, broken or just open … Nice word play, too.
Such a fun, playful take on the prompt. Had mine
scram-
bled
this morning.
I’ve never thought quite so much about eggs before. I like them scrambled, or I did… No telling what I will think next time I encounter one. This is a well-crafted poem!
Oh such incredible wordplay here De ❤️ Especially love “Or maybe they (these words, those eggs) enjoy the way we like them scram-bled to center, spilled” Beautifully executed. ❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
love the wordplay and I think the eggs (the words) love your poem, too! 🙂
Egg-ceptional work. I like the way you scramble words, De.
do they feel broken, or just open? i like that!
love the way you played with words, had to read it several times.
A very different take to Bjorn’s, but equally enjoyable! A fragmented, experimental style, scrambling up words and meanings, showing the versatility of eggs, even over-egging it on occasion!
Oh, very clever, fantastic wordplay. Great to read as a companion piece to Bjorn’s. I love how these prompts throw up such different thoughts. This is full of fractured shards and mess and gloop, like an egg thrown (artistically) at a wall.
Very creative twist..all good eggs…
Brilliant cracking open of the picture.
Ohm…let. love it! What a great write!
LOL~ I love this~ the word play is twisted (sister!…I remember them..) and luscious! This is beyond anything I could have conceived…makes me feel ‘bound to the earth’ while your piece soars!
Fabulous, De! Playing with eggs (and words) can be messy 😉
That was great!
I love this:
“scram
-bled to center” … particularly the contrast in telling someone to scream, but still bleeding them (draining them of their blood, but also bleeding them out of your veins … and also to your heart (to center)
These periods are very clever: “the g.u.t.s of the story” … Any alternative treatment makes me look for variations, especially anagrams. So I see “guts” turning into “tugs,” maybe “tug boats.” Tugging at heart strings. Also, “T.S.” is always T.S. Eliot. So it also says “goo T.S.” And then also “ts” is the sound a hot pan makes when you flick cold water on it to see if it’s ready to cook your pancakes. 🙂
I see all the things you did with “pange,” which sent me here:
And also reminded me of one of my jams: “Banji.”
“messy sun/yell/ow” is another fave
“Do they
(the eggs?)
(the words?)
stretch absurdly on their own,
plan a rebel riot rave
to save their own delicate
skin?” … You know they do.
I like this a lot too:
“let
us meditate on this:
the twisted sister bliss”