Poetry Stretch is “eggs” this week. In reading the Ralph Fletcher book, Ordinary Things: Poems from a Walk in Spring, I decided to create a “found line poem”
no better place than a stream*
myriad insects stirring
inside hidden egg sacks
beneath the muddy earth
the swamp is quiet
but the insect wing melody
will play
as I soon pass by
(*italics indicate lines from the book)
Egg Haiku
eggs scrambled hard- yum
sunny side up, all jiggly
unpleasant breakfast
Written at lunch.
Jone Rush MacCulloch 