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)


  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!

  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.

  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.

  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.

  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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