Golden egg

Golden Egg — by Aishwarya

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P.C :- RxC 275

A golden egg everyone wanted to take,
Not knowing it would burst and break,
it would squeak and quake,
if hard work was fake,
nothing is free without any ache!

Poetry form :- Limerick ( AABBA rhyme scheme)

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to RxC 275, where the above photo is the prompt. Also written in response to Na Po Wri Mo , where the prompt is, β€œwrite a poem that takes as its starting point something overheard that made you laugh, or something someone told you once that struck you as funny.” This isn’t something I overhead, but nevertheless. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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When the heinous happens

when does the heinous happen?glorifying the intellectbecoming captive to cognitivelost in thinking, reasoning, repeating glorifying the intellectwe lose connection with the soullost in thinking, reasoning, repeatingwe believe only what can be proved we lose connection with the soulwhen does the heinous happen?we believe what can be provedbecoming captive to cognitive Weekend Writing Prompt #306

Reality or an illusion?

Reality or an illusion …. by Sadje

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We have a picture prompt this week.

Was it a trick of the light or was it real?

It looked like the bird had laid a golden egg

I was no Jack on the beanstalk vanquishing the giant

Birds laying golden bounty wasn’t what I expected

Was it a hallucination or just wishful thinking

In a state of disbelief, I challenged my sanity

Touch it, test its reality- I must

Or perhaps…..

I will leave it here, a golden possibility

To hark back to in the days of future

When everything will look muddy and gray

And remember that I once saw a golden egg

Nestled in a nest made of straw that looked like gold!

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In response to; RXC Prompt #275, hosted by Reena

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Egg

Egg — by Aboli Mane

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A golden egg laid in a golden nest
ensconed atop the gold leaved tree
dazzling but unspectacular 
in a place that amplifies 
this burnished patina 
in hollowed glamour.

Was the egg laid by a finch with 
incandescent sunburst wings?
then once the bird has flown
consumed by its brilliance
the egg awaits a speck of truth 
unfadingly authentic 

resurrection.

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #275.

This poem ended up having a spiritual bent but you can interpret it however you like. Happy Good Friday/Easter in advance πŸ˜„.

Thanks for reading πŸ’–

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