Two dozen
All in a row
Logical, neat
Smooth, and round

Perfect symmetry
Freckles and all
Some darker tans
All neat rows

Except one
What happened?
Did they bully him?
Did they squish him ‘till he cracked?

His yoke is busted
His shell in cracked
He wasn’t ready
For the world yet.

Are they?

Connie Massons last blog post..Legacies

You crack me up
the way you refuse the join the crowd:
where others are content to sit and wait for their chance,
your impatience always gets the best of you;
where others remain happy to be part of the bunch,
you walk along the eggshells, snapping pieces off
in order to expose yourself as unique,
and more interesting than the rest of the them all.
Oh, where you reside,
there are sunny-side ups — and worlds, over-easy –
but you scramble the expectations, don’t you?
Keep cool, my friend, or you’ll rot from the inside out
and get tossed away as another outcast
who raised too much of a fuss.

Listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/y3m5h5di7j.mp3

Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..Blogging Across the School District

That’s the name my mother chose
before they took me
and washed me
and shone the light.

They say never count your eggs.
When I asked they wouldn’t tell
the next bit. Just looked and stared.

And now I wait
in this cold place.

It’s been a long time
since the light shone again.

Ken Allans last blog post..What Is Learnt From Community?