Melting Snow

Walking on Eggs on Good Friday

Friday, April 14, 2017

On the Farm Winter becomes Spring  (E) Seasonal Transformation using Vahid poetry form #2118493 by Prosperous Snow celebrating

The "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  prompt for DAY 1611
Imagine crushing egg shells under your shoes. All the crackling and crunching sounds like voices, what are they saying? Could this be like reading tea leaves? Is some wisdom or a look in the future being communicated to you? What egg superstitions do you know about?

Walking on Eggs on Good Friday

Eggs crunching under my feet,
crackling and cackling,
the sound of hens or laughter:
I feel the tension building up,
butterflies trying to escape my gut,
tears on the verge of falling free,
while blurring the foggy future for me.

Eggs shells crunching under my feet,
my mind is a blur and my thought scattered,
I'm tired of feeling I'm walking on eggs
when no matter how lightly I steps
the shells will crack
and the yolk will make
both the floor and the egg shells slippery.

I know the problem!
I know the solution!
The timing is the critical issue
and that is what will never be right
because I'm not in control of the situation.