A Hardboiled Lesson

A Hardboiled Lesson

A Poem by Spoken

 

The sun bakes on an egg with no shade
Rolling along
it cracks but never breaks
If a hole in the road awaits
It falls with the kinetic force of hope
Just enough momentum
To deny gravity
rolling up in deviance
this little warrior will never be
supper for the king
the soft underbelly misleads
this little egg
has a pledge, turn, and prestige
let it work it’s magic
hatching just in time
to swan and fly
before it dies in flight
aged ashes take to the wind
swirling like snowflakes
onto the tongues of our younglings
who wobble along a path
we once called our own
now bequeathed to them
with a tree of wisdom
to get through the heat
of those hardboiled lessons
the sun bakes on an egg with no shade

© 2009 Spoken


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I don't think many realize where this sort of thing springs from. You've paid a certain price for vision like this. Its no small thing.

I am amazed at the description of the life's terrain, the metaphor made reality. It is reality. This is the description of life in the mind of a great poet.

I love your poetry and you. All the best.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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You sure know how to use your word play. I think the description here is so very captivating.
Your mind is brilliant and at it best!!
Thank you for sharing, sorry I took forever to read such a mind blowing poem!

Much love n respect,
Anna

hatching just in time
to swan and fly
before it dies in flight
aged ashes take to the winds
wirling like snowflakes......love that part! ;)

Posted 15 Years Ago


I don't think many realize where this sort of thing springs from. You've paid a certain price for vision like this. Its no small thing.

I am amazed at the description of the life's terrain, the metaphor made reality. It is reality. This is the description of life in the mind of a great poet.

I love your poetry and you. All the best.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ha! Escape the sun-king, little egg!

The stuff of fairy tales, really, but I loved the metaphors in this poem. Well-written, and good word choice. Is this meant to be prose? And, as usual:

Keep writing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A nice metaphor write, enjoyed very much. Gypsy_Moon

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very nicely paced metaphors, i especially liked: "ashes take to the wind swirling like snowflakes..."

Posted 15 Years Ago


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What a metaphoric masterpiece! (smiling)
I LOVE IT!
I LOVE IT!
I LOVE IT!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was fantastic. Such a great metaphysical poetry. I utterly enjoyed it. wow.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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A lesson in deed... a wonderful analogy... we must never give in even when things seem all but over and yet as you state in the end sometimes you need help from others for not everything can be done alone.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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