It seems
At least to me
That…..they
Are always there
Hidden in those instants
Wherein I lose my focus
Drift into “un-thinking”
Move without my own consent
Call ‘em what you will
Imps, trolls, the Billy goats Gruff
A synaptic surfer
Washed ashore
Popcorn scattered on the beach
Pursued by satiations seagulls
An off-key note
Sabotaging a symphony
A keyboard cannibal
Consuming all thought
Hunting in the alphabetic jungle
Of scrambled words
I have cursed them and cajoled them
All to no avail
An effort less successful
Than a dog chasing its tail
Mercy on the scrambled eggs I was reminiscing about.
When I flipped them over, there was a message.
Stripped down as a blade.
And my fingers are dazed.
Mercy on cabbages in the fridge.
Just popped in as if a cabbage patch lives nearby.
And my skeleton is laced up like eggs.
Patches of them.
I have enough notebooks bleeding everywhere.
Nonsense notebooks.
And when something is nonsense, they assume it’s like piano keys being played with my mind.
Mercy on all the pens that survived the surge.
Electricity.
They took all the lightning rods away like notebooks.
And my skeleton is seeking a better shelter.
Scrambled eggs.
Part of the surge.
Horrible.
The survival test taught me to leave messages.
Scratches up like bricks.
Mercy on the cabbages.
Mercy on the lightning rod.
Mercy on nonsense notebooks.
Lasted as long as stretching and yawning ever could.
Scrambled eggs.
Groaning too.
fragile
two did not last
but hold a same shared past
quite mind heavy and heart messy
frazzled
empty
uses one plate
washed with one dirty glass
after meals where nothing is passed
erased
scrambled
all is quiet
holds conversations with
self as spoken aloud each day
scopeless
depressed
just one decides
what to keep or closet
with recalls viewed raw or perfect
darksome
listless
one lone pillow
for sleep and times to weep
when reaching out to find no one
lonely
With Michigan lakes and scrambled radio sounds.
It continued.
Memories dumped out at night.
Which falls with gravity too.
We left it behind like a lifeboat.
And saved the gravel from the driveway.
It’s like joining the circus.
You just happen to stumble into that life.
We left.
When it all snapped like an old hammock.
The memories stumble around sometimes.
Lead us like gravity.
My car drove us fast.
Dumped us like weird sludge.
Seemingly drove off without us.
So we got drinks from the gas station.
When our car left us.
We felt safe, like there was a raft close by.
But this is a place filled with gravel and potholes.
So we agreed to pay and walk into the distance.
We paid.
Like gravity pays for things.
He does every other time.
So we are friends.
In the quiet of the night, my mind begins to race,
Random thoughts swirling, searching for a place.
Fragmented memories, pieces of the past,
Flitting through my consciousness, fading fast.
A kaleidoscope of images, colors and sounds,
Mingling together, forming new bounds.
Dreams and desires, hopes and fears,
Intermingling in a dance of tears.
Random thoughts, like shooting stars,
Glimpses of the universe, seen from afar.
A glimpse into the depths of my soul,
A journey into the unknown, to make me whole.
So I embrace these random thoughts, let them flow,
For they are the essence of who I know.
A window into my innermost being,
A reminder of all that I am seeing.
I am broken,
Weak and tarnished,
The irony is,
I let them do so,
I let them get to me,
Crack me open,
Like a broken egg,
I let them close,
I let myself run low,
Let them push all my buttons,
And snapped at each one,
Until I finally lost it,
And the calm,
After the tsunami,
The aftermath,
Is so much worse
Having been brought up in the country
we had a dog, cats, and hut full of hens
my job was collecting eggs each day
not realizing these hens would be friends
The first thing I tried to make
would you believe was scrambled egg
on my first few tries cooked a flop
but practise helped to gain an extra leg
Through the years I've enjoyed eggs
whether fried, poached or an omelette
but scrambled has always come out top
my mum's version left me in her debt
My favourite scrambled is nicely firm
don't like them when soft and runny
at early morn like an Americano
with scrambled egg roll, I would affirm
So that sums up my favourite egg
these hens produce a great feed
think of the effort they give to this
three cheers deserved we all agreed!
( I was thinking the other night ' how do I like my eggs?' so this is the result of my thoughts upon this question.)
preparing scrambled
eggs; translucent whites slide down....
opaque shell in bowl
oh is slips
like mist
from my wrist
and takes a stroll upon the page
the scrambled ego's
I'd or did i mean id
scrapping symbols
just to exist
...........................H O W
S C R A M B L E D
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M I N D R E S T L E S S
Y T O H
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Scrambled brains for breakfast.
Bramble berries for lunch.
Ritz crackers with cheddar.
I love their simple crunch.
Scrambled brains or scrambled eggs?
It is a question from a literal.
Scrambled brains I insist
Hoping she will have a fit-er-al.
But that makes no sense she insists.
Wanting her own way yet again.
I ignore her easily.
Determined now to win.
Scrambled brains on toast.
Scrambled brains for breakfast.
Scrambled brains with my tea.
Scrambled brains in every way.
They are as tender as can be.
You are crazy she tells me.
I accept the compliment with a smile.
I have truly grown up since childhood.
When phones had a big ole’ dial.
She tells her friends.
She calls our mother.
Tells on me because she’s mad.
Then she calls our brother.
I love the power I have over her.
It delights me in every way.
I may extend my visit now.
It has truly turned quite gay.
When I am in the mood for eggs
I make myself scrambled eggs
My imagination begins to work
I plan how to make my eggs
I just create my eggs different
In the fridge are left overs
Boiled potatoes and mushrooms
They are there for me to use
I fry up the mushroom in the pan
Then the potatoes are next to brown
I leave them both in the pan
Pouring my liquid eggs over
Letting the eggs cook-then mix
Until all coated with the eggs
Now ready for my breakfast
With toast on the side and coffee
This breakfsst holds me for hours
I make this breakfast often
Before the crack of dawn
Quickly washes, throws her clothes on
Hustles downstairs in a second or two
In a rush: Instant coffee will have to do
With love she makes breakfasts for her other four
Four lunches too, 'fore she hurries out the door
Sprints to catch the 6:30 bus on her way to school
Unlike other teachers, who drive or carpool
Each bus ride seventy-five minutes of stops and starts
Every one a fresh jolt to her mind and her heart
Yet she's smiling away, calm and serene
By 8:00, surveying her classroom's scene
*********
The teens straggle in, looking dead as doornails
Acting as if they'd just been sentenced to jail
The teacher smiles bravely and begins the class
Her students put their heads down, tone-deaf, so crass
Scrambled Egg Divided
My son, like a sun, brought sunshine to my life
In view of his mother's immutable reins that rain strife
During Jeff's formidable years he saw his parents interlude
Tenuous, a hen and a rooster continuously squawking and in feud
Seeing his parents always bereft had an effect on his shell
And his therapist demurely wrote that our son was living in hell
It hurts to see a young and brittle psyche torn apart
And I only wished my wife flew the coop and gave us heart
Yet she clung on, and the pages of our storybook cried
Tears over a child's sketch of a scrambled egg divided
10/22/17
Eight word challenge-5 - Poetry Contest
1. Brittle 2. Immutable 3.Formidable 4. Tenuous 5. Interlude 6. Sketch 7. Bereft 8. Demurely
I hate that I love being in love.
I hope I win the lottery.
I love giving people money so I know
that every dollar I give for someone to live
will cause change in two ways.
I am so tired all the time because I feel like
I've been alive for so long.
Resistance is not a peripheral opponent.
It is self generated and self perpetuated.
It is the enemy within.
I no longer want to hold anything back.
I am afraid of dying only because
I haven't said everything I want say.
My brain never shuts up. I don't know
whether to gag it or give it a microphone.
I hope I have days where my inner peace
is so strong someone else can grab a
piece and borrow some.
Love is the secret you can't wait to tell everyone.
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