THE EGG

THE EGG In the quiet cradle of the morning sun, A humble egg, by dawn's grace, began. Pablo's brush, in colors bold and bright, Dances with words, a poet's gentle light. Ode to the egg, a canvas pristine, A vessel of life, a mystery unseen. In Picasso's hands, angles and curves, A symphony of shapes, a creation that serves. A fragile orb, in the artist's gaze, A metaphor for life, in myriad ways. Shell, a fortress, guarded and strong, Yet within, a universe waiting to belong. Ethereal strokes, a poet's inked refrain, Capturing the essence, the joy and pain. Noble laureate's words, a lyrical dance, An ode to the egg, a timeless romance. Picasso's vision, a fractured delight, Breaking barriers, revealing the light. Nobel laureate's verses, a delicate weave, Celebrating life that the egg does conceive. In the quiet cradle of the morning's birth, A collaboration, a masterpiece of worth. Egg, a symbol, profound and pure, In the hands of genius, an everlasting allure. :: 11.11.2023 :: NOTE: In the quiet cradle of the morning sun, A humble egg, by dawn's grace begun. Pablo's brush, in colors bold and bright, Dances with words, a poet's gentle light. Ode to the egg, a canvas pristine, A vessel of life, a mystery unseen. In Picasso's hands, angles and curves, A symphony of shapes, a creation that serves. A fragile orb, in the artist's gaze, A metaphor for life, in myriad ways. Shell, a fortress, guarded and strong, Yet within, a universe waiting to belong. Ethereal strokes, a poet's inked refrain, Capturing the essence, the joy and pain. Noble laureate's words, a lyrical dance, An ode to the egg, a timeless romance. Picasso's vision, a fractured delight, Breaking barriers, revealing the light. Nobel laureate's verses, a delicate weave, Celebrating life that the egg does conceive. In the quiet cradle of the morning's birth, A collaboration, a masterpiece of worth. Egg, a symbol, profound and pure, In the hands of genius, an everlasting allure.