He’s a Good Egg – for d’Verse Poets

That means he’s not rotten,

a good sign if you want

to hire him or wed him.

Go for it, for good eggs

are hard to break….

Aren’t they?

Good eggs are hard to find

these daze. Bless their

mothers, who worked

their miracle.

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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11 Responses to He’s a Good Egg – for d’Verse Poets

  1. kim881 says:

    I like the link between ‘good eggs are hard to break / hard to find / and the mothers working miracles.

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  2. sanaarizvi says:

    Lovely!💜 I am hoping to find me a good egg soon! 😊 fingers crossed.

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  3. lynn__ says:

    I appreciate the line “bless their mothers who worked their miracle”…and good fathers too!

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  4. The world needs more good eggs… I hope they aren’t rare, we just have to find them

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  5. lillian says:

    Love the use of the word “daze” here….and most especially this line which made me smile
    “Bless their
    mothers, who worked
    their miracle.”

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  6. Frank Hubeny says:

    Good point about mothers working their miracles to get those good eggs.

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  7. Mish says:

    A nice tribute to the “good eggs” out there. Mothers (and fathers) have much to do with it.

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  8. Good eggs are getting harder to find in this crazy world, Nan! Don’t I wish I’d meet one…

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