Friday, February 05, 2021

Poetry Friday -- An Egg for Breakfast

 

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What I'm pondering as I eat my humble breakfast:


A Quiet Life
by Baron Wormser

What a person desires in life
is a properly boiled egg.
This isn’t as easy as it seems.


(read the rest here)




5 comments:

  1. Wow! "a cluck chained to the chore of her body" And that ending, coming to another "small" thing. Thank you, Mary Lee. I love this one!

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  2. This poem is all kinds of brilliant isn't it?
    salt-a miracle and the ace in the argument for God. Ha! I've taken this poem into my journal. I kind of love it.

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  3. There sure is a lot behind that title, "A Quiet Life…" Wormser shows us it's not as simple as it looks–and not really a quiet life either. Wishing you some quiet moments during your breakfast.

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  4. So much under the surface of that hard boiled egg and this poem, Mary Lee. I have a particular fondness for chickens, "a creature usually mocked as a type
    of fool". Believe me, they are nobodies' fool.

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  5. Mary Lee--I didn't see your link at the round-up, but I'm so glad I stopped by. What kind of name is Baron Wormser? What takes a mind and turns it toward a boiled egg? I love this poem is the way that I love Mister Rogers's visit to the construction paper factory.

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