twenty-one days ago it was just an egg
one that we might scramble
or devil
today it cracks
a slimy chick with streaks of blood
doesn't look like breakfast
even with toast
or jelly
dragons and fowl beasts have scales
they grow inside a shell
no umbilical
or amniotic sacs
a small peeping dragon with scaly legs
not an incredible edible egg
the yolk is still
in its belly
when you crack an egg in the morning
do you think about dragons
or add salt and pepper
its only an egg
Author notes
does this pass as free verse...lol
although I see a few words that rhyme...I cant help it.
A contest entry
- A contest of interesting proportions! by sounds like rain.
650 points, ended January 2, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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In reading this poem, I feel like the narrator is one who is looking at an egg and imagining all it could be. Although it is not completely obvious to me which option this is (free verse wasn't really one of them), I can see this being option one, maybe, but more likely option three. Anyway, I like how the egg is more than just an egg, it's possibility, fantasy, and a bit of preserving the child in oneself. I like the humor of this: contemplating eating a gross chick-beast with jelly, not being incredible edible, things like that. This poem is somewhat light-hearted, and I appreciate that. It's a very thought-provoking poem, in that, after reading this, I thought about the eggs in my fridge hatching dragons. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed the dragon-chick journey.
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I love birds and some wild baby-birds have found their way to me after falling out of their nests ... so in spring, there are usually a couple of them growing up here with me and one chickadee who never wanted to leave, teaches them how to fly ... after a few weeks, they leave and stay around the garden ...
wishing you good luck in this contest with your creative and thoughtprovoking poem ...
maa
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