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Good Eggs

Good eggs
Sometimes have a colorful painted shell

But mostly they are
Just white
Or brown
Or yellow
Or red

They are a rooster
And a hen's
Hardy DNA

And they come a variety of ways

Sometimes BOILED
By life’s temperatures
They become solid
And reliable

(Like a student with challenging
studies or a foreman in charge
of his ornery crew)

By the whisk
Of chance and circumstance
They become well-blended
And run
Across the plate of the earth

(Finding love in Paris or
searching for art in New York,
the conversations, the gatherings,
the culture begetting culture
begetting culture)

They show the world
How bright yellow joy
Is always happily rising
Even in the middle
Of the night

(Cheering up friends, perhaps,
In a silver diner
or waffle house)

And some eggs
Are lucky enough
To transcend all of this
And become
Chickens themselves

(Contributing their own
boiled, or scrambled, or sunny side up
little ones to the world)

Any which way
We are all good eggs
With a very thin shell

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What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
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metaphor through out greg. The closing lines sum it all.
You might like to consider adding good eggs to the poem's body too to be read as a whole (not only in the title)


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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you are going for with the "two chickens" [at least I think I do]. But, I think you have to make it a little plainer for the average reader. [The chickens represent male and female?] I liked the metaphor and
think that you should spend a little more time fleshing out the idea of how the bright yellow joy is happily rising, [even in the middle of the night]? Good start to an intriguing poem.
~ Geezer.

Honest critique and comments shouldn't hurt.
It's why we are here, to get better at our craft.

Title drew me in, soft and fun.
The mix from egg to chicken was
really good ... I think the poem
could be worked on and become
much more than it is, but it certainly
has the foundation.

thanks for posting with us, you are
a good egg lol

So I reworked the poem, using some of the suggestions. Interested in how you all like the changes!

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