Poems and Poetry

My Darling Egg | A Poem by JD DeHart

How you glow and promise
something beneath the shell,
you the glimpse,
half-whisper, only a syllable
uttered from across space.
When the surface begins
to give way,
maybe I can be human
I was once supposed to be,
maybe my arms can be a fire,
my tiny rhymes a song,
my scent a reassuring source.

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