Heartbroken

few more lives in scrambled eggs
lie dead on breakfast plates
yolk and white blended as one
delighting umpteen taste buds

broken shells of healthy eggs
bereaved of their loved ones
wonder why they're only cared
as Easter eggs once a year

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

Comments

Dear Raj

This is a wow. I love how you leave your reader pondering the unfathomable.

I really liked this but I wanted more you know I've always been a greedy beast lol

Love and hugs Jayne x

Dearest Jayne

thanks for the read and encouraging comment. Means a lot..

have a comfortable day and take care..

warmly...

Hello friends!

dear raj... I always wonder where from do you come up with the ideas of your poems, like this one, it has some food for thought.
Always enjoyed!

Dear Rula

thanks for the read and your comment. Good to know it tickled your mind...
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I really felt the life of those murdered souls lol. I use to love scrambled eggs. no more scrambled baby chicks for me. Beautiful poem. You really captured the essence of a yellow chick that could have graced my presence if it had entered my path.

Hi Barbara

Thanks for taking time and effort to read and comment. Please don't give up your favorite scrambled eggs. This one is a sort of a satire to draw attention that we remember the martyrs only once a year on Memorial day.

warmly..
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You’re welcome raj

Not a problem. I’m a vegan and don’t eat meat or eggs anymore since August of last year

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Thanks Lovedly

for your visit and comment
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Thanks Lovedly for visiting

Thanks Lovedly for visiting this page again..
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I love hearing the

I love hearing the inspiration behind your poems. this one was definitely unsettling (the eggs scrambling, the broken shells), and even moreso after hearing your reason for writing. thanks for sharing!

p.s. I like the play on words

p.s. I like the play on words in the title "heartbroken," since the eggs' shells (the soliders' bodies) have been broken, and so too our hearts.

Thanks Greg for taking time

Thanks Greg for taking time to read the lines and between the lines...appreciated...
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