for one, i suppose i have no shell (?) - but that is maybe too literal-
“I choose optimism,” you say
and crack an egg on the edge of pan.
You urge it to emerge with your thumbs.
It is obedient. It is dumb with trust.
(I am disgusted by it's lack of knowledge.)
You lean in to watch it turn opaque.
Then you turn your back to it
(we each of us has our own fate),
you say: “otherwise, what is there?”
I have no answer.
(Inside I am trying to come up with reasons
I am different from that egg.)
poetfreak
Nice
Nice
Sandra Martyres
a very interesting and perceptive piece
a very interesting and perceptive piece
I never thought a fried egg could have so many facets... weird and wonderful!!!