Eggs

Lake

Perfect as an egg-round sign
Smoothly futures realign
With whatever comes our way–
Dreaming, waking, walking play.

Take my hand till you have grown.
Soon you will walk on your own.
Fortune will be yours to keep.
Mine was blessed to guard your sleep.


Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “egg”. The form of this poem is a tanaga.

Photos: “Lake”, above, and “River”, below.

River

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

57 thoughts on “Eggs”

  1. Such a lovely poetic form Frank! I imagined the voice of a parent to the child ~ Love that photo and ending lines:

    Fortune will be yours to keep.
    Mine was blessed to guard your sleep.

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  2. Your poem has the rhythm of a dance on a shore, Frank, a lovely lullaby. I like the gentle actions in the line:
    ‘Dreaming, waking, walking play’ and the final line: ‘Mine was blessed to guard your sleep’.

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  3. Oh Frank!!!! I LOVE that last line. Just by itself….what a wonderful line! 🙂 Thank you for making me smile this morning and expressing a feeling that so many parents have.

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