A Poem With No Title, or: Eggs
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I wasnít sure
what Iíd be writing about, too many
poems are constructing in my head.
Linked and looped and strewn about.
They havenít bled enough to be let out.
Iíve been thinking
about anything that hits my mindís eye,
but thoughts become jumbled,
and singularity dies.
What good are worded thoughts
when thunder, lightening and promises
of rain tantalize, then recede?
How does that help a fragmented id
coalesce into a Being? Youíd be surprisedÖ
I sit outside, smell the rain and lightening,
the essence of nature, and I feel primordial.
Yet, Iím contained in flesh. No matter.
Essence touches essence, and id knows the rest..
But, what solidified my thoughts
Growing up in Wisconsin with its
distinct Slavic influence, in its heart,
and farmerís propensity to enjoy
a beer and farm talk after chores,
brings a pickled equation to relaxation.
Pickled pig hocks, various gizzards, and eggs.
Itís those eggs that have me thinkingÖ
My husband grew up on farms,
has a corral, here, with chickens.
And he wants to pickle some eggs.
So, Iím putting those corral eggs into the pot,
to hard-boil them, and handling each one.
And I feel their slight differences with my hands.
My flesh. Eggs came first. A multitude
of shaped and colored eggs. All
have unique curves, because
we are circles, not squares.
This isnít the first time Iíve viewed eggs,
but those were store-bought eggs. Us.
Raw eggs show diversity, intrigue and
hold the smell of essence,
unrefined by logicís Time.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/10/04
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
o, this is magnificent! wonderful, thought provoking, spectacular presentation--i agree, an excellent write
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
|Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)
|eggs - like thoughts waiting to hatch - just incubate|
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|I have to agree with Retta on this one!!
Well written Erin!!
Picture to ponder!!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|this is just great ... lines like "How does that help a fragmented id coalesce into a Being?" and the final verse all enhance the motif of your exploring mind ...|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Yes, they do smell and feel warm from life don't they, excellently deep and thought-provoking poem, I like the way you express your thoughts here.