Fried Eggs

Fried Eggs

A Poem by Renata

Fried eggs
on a Friday
it made sense, I thought

a hearty breakfast
like a shining sun on a plate
as a salve
for the heart that eats
and beats alone

but an error
in the making
had me chewing
on sour bacon

and I just knew
it was going to be
a pig of a day.

© 2025 Renata


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Fried eggs. I love them, but there's an art to flipping them without breaking the yolk. You've got to have a dippy egg for your toast, right? Lol, I love how you took the mundane of breakfast to another level. Thanks for the smile, Renata. Good to meet you!

Posted 18 Hours Ago


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Gee
Imagine how the poor pig must have felt:))
Good morning

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Renata

2 Days Ago

Hmm. He didn’t taste too well, either. Thank you, Gee.
Very clever wordplay, Renata.
I like my friend eggs sunny-side up...because they do look like a sun setting on a white cloud.
And I have had pigs of days as well...somehow the aftertaste of the bacon feels greasy and heavy.
j.

Posted 2 Days Ago


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Renata

2 Days Ago

Thank you, Jacob. Some days just start off badly and never improve. This was one of those days. My s.. read more

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Bordeaux , France



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