In a clear, small caddy
emotion eggs they sit
each one makes the eater feel
the feeling face on it.
Should I choose the first one,
frazzled, scrambled in both ends
second, worried, like I get
when itchy rash won’t mend.
Third, I like the very most
happy, sun side up
next one, scared eyes wide
must be jalapeños inside
I dare not touch that pup.
The back row, I can imagine now
sad, shocked and sick, and how
that one’s uncooked, and pallid
will never in mouth be swallowed.
The very last emotion, angering
this one’s blown out, yolk strings dangling
need this one when phone is ringing
unknown call, confront some spamming.
I’d love to share emotion eggs
they may just come in handy
love and peace omelettes I give the world
‘til together it’s just dandy.
– Sandra Johnson, June 26, 2022
Photo credit: Tengyart on Unsplash
I found this poem to be a lot of fun! I love the idea of each egg being something different. Choices! Thank you for sharing this!
Thanks for your feedback- was thinking this poem more of a throwaway but now I may submit it in July.
You are an incredibly brilliant poet! love and peace omelettes are a specialty of mine. Thanks for writing this. 🤗
Thanks so much. Love and peace omelettes should be a thing- mine would be veggie omelettes sans peppers. I find peppers combustible, probably the opposite and full of hate and war. I appreciate your brilliant poet comment- that’s one I’ve never been dubbed before. 😃