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Hatching an Idea

The hallowed history of the egg
is the stuff of landmine and powder keg.
For, many an innocent egg has died -
sometimes scrambled, sometimes fried. 
The Nobel Prize, I will surely win,
for the egg that cracks only from within.

Categories: hatching, food, science, silly,
Form: Rhyme

Hatching

hatching

eggs in eagerness
singing their own lullaby
while waiting to fly

24 June 2021
Bite Size Poem no11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

Categories: hatching, bird, nature,
Form: Haiku

Hatching the Dead

Hatching the Dead




     Blocking out unopened space this prison in my head
          Crawling all up inside of me laying eggs to hatch the dead

          The silent stillness reminding me that I must be

Categories: hatching, dark, death, deep, prison,
Form: Couplet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Hatching Futility

Behind a counter in china shop sits a woman.
Between right thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers she holds an egg.
On the back wall are shelves with plates and fowl.
On the counter are eggs, a chicken, and a hatchling.
With all the chickens, chicks, and china her scene is surreal.
She seems enthralled by an absurd undecipherable task.

Making

Categories: hatching, animal, business, change, easter,
Form: Sestina

Good Day Hatching

The early morning silence
of a well earned day off.
the long slow stripes of
sunlight and shadow cross
the patio floor, tiger like, 
at sunrise giving promise
of a glorious day.

The anticipation of
possibilities
etched with the shadows
of long deferred tasks, 
the urgency of yesterday
almost forgotten, 
but still nagging
at the edges and
threatening to show up
tomorrow.

But now,
a favorite cat sleeps in
a pool

Categories: hatching, memory,
Form: Free verse

Poetry Is a Baby Bird Hatching

Growing too big for the egg
It pushes out 
With all its strength and might
So naive of the outside world
Yet so determined to push through the shell
And leave its comfort zone
To see new world

Scribbles, tinkles, sprinkles, twinkle twinkle

Innocent eyes see the light
The feathers make little moves
The legs straighten out
The beak toughen
Making little sounds

Songs of freedom, songs

Categories: hatching, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse