She liked her eggs sunny side up
Runny……
… running away
Like she always did
She poked the yolks
Releasing them, releasing her
From destinies and obligations
Yellow trickles of madness
Ooooozing……
Soaking grainy plateaus on her plate
Mesas she never climbed
The people left behind
Standing there
Like the salt and pepper shakers
Stoically staring her down
This.. a mere snippet of it all
Life served on a platter
Exchanged for prices
And slices of her heart
She toyed with the lettuce
Lifting it, loathing it
A worthless embellishment
Wilting…
Dying in front of her
Like all the rest
~
Written for dVerse where we are working on layered poetry.
mishunderstood 
Wonderful layering to this poem! And such excellent wordplay. I loved the transition from the ‘runny’ to the ‘running away,’ for example. And the ‘prices’ and ‘slices.’ And the ending…very unexpected..and vivid. One I will remember.
Wow, Mary..thanks so much. Always love your comments. 🙂
So well done! Enjoyed reading. Loved the flow of it…
Thank you! 🙂
Yes.. the spirit of the Egg.. in all its running woes.. poked.. poached.. scrambled.. until Egg feels no more.. but alas.. there can be life.. with shells picked up.. hum pity dum pity.. making his pieces play again.. together.. more together.. broken pieces put together.. Egg once more.. with bright yellow sun in middle.. flied.. in light.. instead .. of heat.. radiating Center Spirit Egg.. once again..:)
Thanks for your comments. 🙂
The egg and I or the egg period – great way to use the layering form…I suppose there is one about a scrambled or hardboiled one as well?!
haha…possibly! 🙂
you’ve woven some yummy foods with powerful images… the runny egg and especially the wilted lettuce – dying in front of her like all the rest. Bravo!
Aww thank you, Anthony! I really enjoyed the write.
Mish this is exceptional!
notice i didn’t make the expected egg pun 😉
Really great write.
Haha! Thank you, Melanie. Always love when you drop by. 🙂
This is just excellent. The food becoming images, nothing tasting good afterwards. The egg transforms to something yummy.. I can see her appetite fading.
Thank you, Bjorn. 🙂
it is so sad when someone just has to run away all their life… i know some people who do – the reason is fear mostly… i hope she manages to stay one day
I agree, it is sad when people run and often fear is justified. I really enjoyed your poetic prompt. 🙂
I love the visual and creativity of this. It’s hard to feel those emotions .
Thanks, ayala. 🙂
Funny and runny, yet dead serious…i like the layers. the rhymes, and wordplay in this poem!
So glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
wow, you bring two different layers together – “This.. a mere snippet of it all
Life served on a platter
Exchanged for prices”
That is beautifully done.
Thank you, Abhra. 🙂
You are a gifted poet!
What a sweet comment, beverly. Thank you so much. 🙂
This is FINE writing–wish I hadn’t missed this prompt.
Thank you so much!! Yes, it was a great prompt…maybe you could do one for Open Link Night. 🙂
Oh, what a great idea–thank you so much.