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Eggs

We wait for the taste

Of eggs once laid in such hope

Wasted as dinner

And the farmer knows the truth

The eggs were hatched for dying.

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  • Society Bomb
    June 12, 2007
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    Eggs... not just for breakfast any more. Okay, so I'm a little shallow for this kind of poetry. The farmer knows... very good.


  • W a s p
    June 9, 2007
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    "bred for the dead". WASP.

    • pozo
      June 9, 2007
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      Thanks for commenting. Do you have to be or can you gain a sense of strength through self confidence and belief in yourself etc? (I might have misunderstood the comment)

  • lake of dremas
    June 8, 2007
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    eggs! i'm not sure i see what you mean, but i like it


  • Birgitte gold member
    June 8, 2007

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    hm... eggs... not sure i get this. oh well...
    "the eggs were hatched for dying"
    I like this line. don't know why.
  • Arzab
    June 8, 2007

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    Powerful write. I liked the last line the best. I thought of eggs as having two meanings. Either chicken eggs that people eat for food or excess embryos that are destroyed after procedures like in-vitro fertilization. Keep up the good writes.


  • catz Moderators member
    June 8, 2007

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    Wow, pozo... what a coincidence... I have to do a contest poem for one of my groups and it has to be about the egg... and now I open up allpoetry today and there you are with "Eggs" ...

    Your poem is really thought provoking. Very metaphorical.

    An interesting little write, pozo, very good

    love and
    Mom

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