On Easter, people tell their children
to hunt or search for eggs.
Despite the apparent fun of this tradition,
it makes me ask if maybe we should first look for
or look into our own minds,
find out exactly why we do what we do
or do what other people might want us to do.
Chicken-or-the-egg curious…
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This poem Egg was in a Milpitas Post 2013 issue.
That newspaper (years ago): what I was into.
To post this on here now may feel slow and late,
but I’d rather post it now than have to wait.
Through their mind, a conflict tore.
They’re growing while remembering what happened before.
Pros, cons, priorities felt like they’re at war.
Elements and scenarios are being explored.
Trying to make the best call is at their core
along with the effects of a paramour.
where i go, my abode).
To find this slope is a high note.
Jinni Flow’s remote, more nuanced than a moat,
and with more color than a root beer float.
With more than one alcove and parts that are soaked,
it can project mist for it to be cloaked.
Waterfall and waves? Jinni Flow’s got both.
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(perching like creatures with wings and beaks).
knows the answer to “What is it?”
keeps distance from people; they may be evil.
This seagull seems regal, deep and agreeable,
and with waves that amaze: undefeatable.
Also this seagull can seem so peaceful.
Yet it may get medieval (with its beak like a needle).
Pointy like a steeple, this seagull could be lethal.
The tide is on its side; it will not be wheedled.
Near windshield wiper, a cat spots a driver. What that cat is thinking is not easy to decipher.
In front of windshield (near the steering wheel), a cat keeps it real and also can appeal.
Not only comfortable, but this cat seems loveable, thoughtful, wonderful, and cuddleble.
Mindful like an owl, like a tiger that can growl, hushed like silent vowel, this cat’s resting (before a prowl?).
and can take away one’s breath.
A place (i more than once met) has a resource that runs wet.
Especially with a sunset, it’s more than a fun trek.
Higher than a bunk bed, bigger than one jet,
has a soothing effect, with the heart: it does connect.
Alternate lines:
Simpler than a sublet,
and brighter than blood red,
it could be one highlight of a fun trek.
Simpler than a sublet,
more reliable than unmet:
a sunset takes away one’s breath.
Critters they imitate. Trailing they resonate.
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