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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Abandoned But Not Forgotten



















My little egg,
so much pride.
I wanted and longed
for you over time.

Whispering "sweet dreams"
to the shell below.
One day a crack,
will bring life and hope.

Til that day,
I fly for food.
Keeping strong,
waiting for you.

A day of  fate,
I shall not return.
My egg  full of hope,
where have I gone.

A mystery of days past,
you wait unknowing,
how long  it will last.

Nature is unspoken and selective.
I am gone and you remain, alone.

In my heart, forever wrapped,
by your shell of  hope.
I couldn't come back.

9 comments:

  1. heavy...makes an interesting metaphor for kids left as well...those given up to adoption...it has a rather sad undertone for me...

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  2. oh heck..this is sad...don't know what to say...i agree with bri...a great metaphor and it can stand for so many things

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  3. the imagery and words work on many levels...this will stick in my head...thank you for sharing.

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  4. Oh dear! But maybe the egg will still make it! A very interesting metaphor and great pic. k.

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  5. I love the fragility you have so softly and sadly framed in this piece.

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  6. so tender...the beautiful fragility of life.

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  7. that last stanza.... so poignant, heartbreaking.

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  8. all eggs are mysteries, we are waiting to see what kind of life will emerge form the mixture of DNA


    done for

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  9. "Nature is unspoken and selective" such true words. This is a powerful yet touching poem.

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