pteioc befakasrt (for Joseph*’s “scrambled” challenge)
in utenburtale tioruml is tihs pteioc cehf, eggs
of cateroin witanig to be borekn, the pgae silzinzg
and msue and mnid siltl angurig on waht I suhlod sbarlmce
tiehr misgnus wtih.
srroy, my draes, picatneie has jtus mteled and soon it
wlil brun – so, hree go melery the ylok and the wtihe of wdros
all bateen tehgoter puls a pnhic of slat taht I cna’t aiovd.
and a pialn olemet of pteioc itnet, I’m ariafd, wlil be all
ylo’ul be gitetnig for befakasrt taody!
... and here is the "unscrambled" version. enjoy! :0)
poetic breakfast (for Joseph*’s "scrambled" challenge)
in unutterable turmoil is this poetic chef, eggs
of creation waiting to be broken, the page sizzling
and muse and mind still arguing on what I should scramble
their musings with.
sorry, my dears, patience has just melted and soon it
will burn – so, here go merely the yolk and the white of words
all beaten together plus a pinch of salt that I can’t avoid.
and a plain omelet of poetic intent, I’m afraid, will be all
you’ll be getting for breakfast today!
© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®