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Tag Archives: egg poems
Aubade with Yolk on Its Face
:: And suddenly the day’s cracked open like a broken storm,with me alone at center. :: In November, we poem. This one’s an aubade.
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Tagged aubades, broken, egg poems, morning poems, November Chapbook Challenge 2021, storms, sunrise
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Aubade with eggshell shards
The day cracks open (again) too soon, all broken yolk goo and too-bright sky. She wasn’t quite finished with that silken moon, the silver-blackeyed promises of stars. It’s got sharp edges and a bird-song sting, too many things and not enough salt. ::PAD, day 22.
jamb and eggs
. it’s over -easy does it, hard boil it down to its most fragile shell. you’ll scram -ble(ed) me into a congealed orange frown, sunny side up-side ………..down. . A second poem offering for my own Enjambment prompt over at … Continue reading
Clear Days
See, forever isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, cracked open like an egg yolk on some sizzled sidewalk. You gotta work for it; take the lows and the blows along with the raise -the-roof moments. Sunny -side up is … Continue reading
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