The #PoetryPals challenged everyone this month to write an ekphrastic dodoitsu, four lines (7-7-7-5), most centered on love or laughter. There are many things to love and laugh over, yet I have special memories of both collecting and candling eggs with a grandmother, where eggs meant that bit of eggs-tra money for them to live, and so many humorous moments spent with her, with chickens and ducks! Now, today, I take joy in the eating and in the discovery, though sad, of an egg found on my walks, the one that didn't make it.
So much of our world is in turmoil, I'm happy to focus on the little things for a while. Thanks, #PoetryPals.
an eggs-ceptional package
eggs-travagantly colored
eggs-traordinary taste
eggs-actly ovaled
Linda Baie ©
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| egg of common rosefinch |
Gosh! Who would have realized that so many words start with ex-/eggs-. Great fun, Linda, and I am wishing we were neighbors so that I could bring you some eggs. Our chickens are laying more beautifully colored eggs than we are able to eat on our own. I love imagining little Linda with her grandmother, candling eggs and laughing. Now you offer such joys to your granddaughters. xo
ReplyDeleteI have a former colleague who does bring me eggs, Amy. They are wonderful, as I'm sure you know! Those "beautifully colored eggs" are from what we used to call "Easter egg chickens". I do know them, with lovely colors. Thanks!
DeleteEggs-actly! Such wonderful wordplay! Thank you, Linda. I have decided one of my upcoming creativity dates will be to dye some eggs. I'm excited. xo
ReplyDeleteOh, it is fun to do. I may have to do a few just for fun, Irene. That's great! Thanks!
DeleteSometimes it's good to turn our attention to the tiny things. Thanks for the egg-giggles, and the photo of speckled eggs!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Patricia. I love writing about tiny things, wishing everyone could pay attention to them, too.
DeleteYes, let's focus on tiny, happier things. Thanks for the eggsistential poem. Cracked me up a little :D.
ReplyDeleteHa, love your own eggstra with a smile pun, Jama. Thanks!
DeleteI didn't know what egg candling was so I just looked it up! Thanks for a fun poem plus learning something new :)
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! Happy to share a 'new' thing, Tabatha.
Delete"eggs-actly ovaled" - Ha! Perfect. Thanks for the glimpse into your handmade childhood, Linda, and your attention to an eggs-tra special diversion for all of us this week. xo
ReplyDeleteI need some diversions, for sure, but even that makes me feel guilty. Thanks, Robyn!
DeleteOh, my goodness, PERFECT. The five-syllable line encapsulates the whole thing - they're exactly ovaled, as they ought to be. You've hit this just right.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tanita, it was a fun challenge & to discover what might be loved enough to write about.
DeleteI had never heard of candling eggs--thanks for this new knowledge. I love when a post sends me running to look something up. There is something beautiful in finding the egg that didn't make it, Linda. I agree with you. It's something about its fragility and what it reminds us of, nudging us to find ever more joy and beauty in each moment, since the future is not promised. Sigh. Love that eggs-actly ovaled!
ReplyDeleteI am happy that some are learning about 'candling', Laura. It seemed like magic to me as a little girl. Yes, I do take in a little sadness when I see a small egg on the ground, but giving a thought to it is a good thing. Thanks, Laura!
DeleteHa! How wonderful and playful. Yes, just the thing on this Friday. Such a tidy package of eggs!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda. I like that idea of "tidy package".
DeleteOh this is so cool! I especially love that last line!
ReplyDeleteLove it, Linda. My cousin Jacqueline and I both remember gathering eggs at grandma's farm, and the old peck hens!!! Scary! I just had our 4 grandkids here for a day, so we dyed eggs early, tried rubber bands with some luck. Thanks!!!
ReplyDeleteYes to the word play and a fantastic five-syllable last line!
ReplyDeleteWonderful word-play! Thanks for sharing your eggspertly crafted poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marcie, Karen, Mary Lee, & Rose. Happy to read your memories & eggs-tra clever words.
ReplyDeleteWhat an egg-quisite egg poem, I will forever think about this while pondering on eggs… Love it, thanks Linda!
ReplyDeleteOh we both eggs-perimented with hyphens this week, Linda. I love yours!
ReplyDeleteSuch a fun poem, Linda, and great to visit your blog again! Have you read Betty MacDonald's "The Egg and I"? I think you might like it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sally & Michelle. Yes, I have read 'The Egg and I', Michelle, but it's been a long time. How great for you to think of it. And Sally, yes, I noticed your hyphens, too! Fun!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of holding a growing thing up to the light to get a glimpse inside! Thanks, Linda, for your eggsacting dodoitsu!
ReplyDeleteYour "egg-ceptional" poem is a celebration of all that makes eggs wonderful! Thanks for sharing your memories and your dodoitsu with us.
ReplyDeleteYou are a good egg, Linda. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Heidi, Elisabeth, & Bridget, glad you enjoyed the post & poem. Candling is rather magical, Heidi. I hadn't thought of it that way.
ReplyDeleteThis was egg-actly the poem I needed this weekend. I also read it to some of my young readers who also loved it and of course, we started doing some egg-periments with words (something I love to have to do). Thank you for sharing it and brings some smiles.
ReplyDeleteI love reading about the fun with your students, Alex. My biggest regret is that I no longer have students to work and write with. Thanks very much!
DeleteSo egg-citing to read your poem! A good one.
ReplyDeleteLinda, it has been a long couple of weeks of doctor visits post-cataract surgery that I have not had time to make last week's poetry rounds. I learned something new at your blog-candling. It is a very intriguing process that I never knew about. Your dodoitsu is eggs-ceptionally fun to read and I love your ending. Here's to hoping we have a eggs-traordinary National Poetry Month.
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