Wedged in a tight space,
dark surrounds and comforts me.
Soul screams to be free.
I push against walls.
Fragile membrane splits and breaks.
Light warms my cold face.
Closed eyes now open.
World beckons me to waken.
Unsteady, I stand.
Poet Rummager 
Amazing. You manage to remind me of the life that exists in eggs. The chickadees…I always forget them. 🙂
I like it!!
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Eggs are magical! From slime, a fluffy chick is formed. Amazing!! Thanks for your comments. I thrill and feel tickled from your words. xo 🐣
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you gives me butterflies, too! hehe! love talking with you always. you always lift me up. 🙂
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Ha…very clever! It took me a moment to realize what was going on.
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Did you forget to eat dinner? I hope you weren’t terribly confused.
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Confusion is high in saturated fat. Yum.
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Lard is cooling to roll around in when the weather gets too hot.
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Exactly! If you need tanning lotion, then use lard.
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Just make sure the pig is dead before you squeeze the lard out.
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The oinker better not be a GMO!
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I know how you like your hogs, so no worries. It’s wearing lipstick, so I hope that’s okay. His name is tRump.
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What color is the lipstick?
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Neon orange.
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Deal breaker.
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😀 😀 😀
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Lovely triplet, beautifully incubated.
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Ah, I’m sure all your eggs are warm and beautifully incubated. Thanks Stephen! 😀
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I have to read it again to finally realised what it was all about..hahah
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I’m glad you fought through the fog and found a clearing, Mich! 😉
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Ah, you are channeling the chick. Before I read your poem, I thought the featured image was a dead planet. Duh… 😁
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Ya, chicks are sadly underrated! Lol. I’m so glad when I can fool the queen of macabre. ❤
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Yeah, you did. 😊
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I am always intetested reading about eggs
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Haha! Of course, you are. You are the king of eggs, Pupazzovi. 💖👑
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Yes I am …..😂😂😂
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This was eggseptional, Rose 😉
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Thank you, sweet Doritos! It’s always eggsellent to see you. 💋
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oh yes, I always chick-in when i can. Nice to see you 🙂
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Haha! I love when you visit, beakcuz you always make me chickle. 😀
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you know I have to yolk around with you lol
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I hope you had nice holidays, Rose. I know it’s complicated times. Thanks for your art. ^-^
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Hello darling Francis! Yes, the trip was wonderful. Thank you for your friendship and support. 🌹
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I add my voice to the chorus of admirers! xx
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Xoxo
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Amazing and so well written.
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Many thanks for your kindness!🌷
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Welcome friend have a great day
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Rise of the Jabberwocky chick.
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Lovely, Rose. Your poem could describe any kind of birth, or rebirth. Very seasonal. 🙂
From the photo, I was thinking of plants emerging from the ground.
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I look forward to your comments and how you see certain things. When I wrote the words, I wanted the imagery to project an organic feel that was non-specific. I’m glad you picked up on it, Merril!🌿🌾
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You’re welcome, Rose! 🙂
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A lovely poem and an ode to eggs and chicks for without them the world would be a sad place indeed. Reminds me of my grandmother’s farm.
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Thanks JC. Nature always pulls me in, and I, too, think of past memories. I’m sure you had amazing times at your grandmom’s farm.
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Hi! started blogging only recently and loved what you wrote! care to have a look in my pieces?
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I visited your blog and enjoyed your unique style; intense and raw.
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Hmm good poem about hatching there ^_^ hmm marvellous imagery. superb!
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When the egg hatches,, beware of the chick. Thanks Josh❤
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huh O_O ok aha 😀
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Soul scream to be free… Don’t they always. Good poem.
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Souls tend to be screamers. 🙂 Thank you.
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Screams… Sorry:)
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Awesome! The image had me first thinking of an undercolored chocolate brownie – but that’s probably because I’m so hungry right now 😉 😚💕
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Ha! My multi-talented friend; always a joy to see you, Sarah. I hope you satisfied your hunger but not with the same substance Count Harecula favors, I hope. ❤💋
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LOL! 😀 You never know 😉 But to be quite honest I don´t think it would be to my taste – much too salty 😉 And you know that I have a sweet tooth 🙂 Wish you an amazingly beautiful and creative weekend, Rose! 🙂 ❤ xoxo
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If any of those forgotten eggs do hatch, don’t mess with the badass chick that emerges.
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Badass, baby! Lol. Love that!
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Darkness certainly can be comforting.. you tap into that feeling so well here, Rose ❤
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So true, Christy! Thank you. ❤
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So the chick comes out of the egg and squeals about walls, space, light, pain ..that’s interesting!
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Chicks can be overly dramatic! Lol.
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It maybe eggs, or it may be life, coming out of hardship and pain, winning over the walls of grief…
A poem with more than one interpretation, I love this unique quality of your writing… ❤
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I enjoy your perspective; such wisdom! Thank you very much. xo
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