Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
egg on
gravity. a spat or a splat eggs us on. shells, half broken tell a tale- uncomfortable in that skin, gravity grounds everything.
16 comments:
Better to be broken? I'd rather hatch.
- Alice
nice...have both john mayer and sara's albums...gravity does ground everything...
Gravity rules, that is for certain. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160.
Good one !! Enjoyable!!
Wonderfully done.
=)
Gravity can be such a fickle mistress!
Namaste..........cj
Excellent !
I love so much the wonderful things you create with so few words...
Bravo !!!
Gravity is such a dirty word isn't it? I mean, it sure hasn't been kind to me! :)~Ames
This sticks with you... love the metaphor.
Nice word play...
"shells, half broken
tell a tale-"
Nicely done!
LOL - this is great.
Gravity sure doesn't do me any favors anymore....but this had optimism as well as breakage.
Very insightful and love the word choices that go round and round. Nicely and efficiently done!
wonderful write.
Bravo! This was absolutely brilliant.
Love this imagery.
Beautiful imagery from an unpleasant picture of an egg!
Well done.
Best wishes,
Anna
'John Tell, expert on tourism' Anna's SC wk 65
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