eggsistential

this egg

at the centre of me

it’s beginning to crack

 

i saw a tear drip from it

yesterday

fashioned from old pain

 

falling

it grew wings

 

i saw hands reach outward

only to turn and embrace

the only heart

 

they could truly hold

 

submission for dVerse Quadrille hosted by Kim this evening.

 

 

38 thoughts on “eggsistential

  1. Gospel Isosceles says:

    Wow. I’m at a loss for words, especially after the clause,
    “falling
    it grew wings”
    which to me says so much about the necessity of faith for growth, that there’s really nothing more to say or do, but start falling.

  2. kim881 says:

    That’s a great punning title, Paul and a powerful Quadrille. The first two stanzas express fragility and pain so well. I’m glad the egg grew wings.

  3. sanaarizvi says:

    My goodness this is good! I love the idea of having an egg in the center … and feel that it cracks open like a broken heart.

  4. mhmp77 says:

    kaykuala

    only to turn and embrace
    the only heart
    they could truly hold

    The ever thumbing heart is always made to be welcomed and nurtured!

    Hank

  5. Brendan says:

    What else is there if all poetry is about love — I and Thou — than to grow into a full heart? That is in these hands, reaching for what ever falls.

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