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The Black Egg

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I started writing poetry on Hubpages back in 2013. Every year I share a poem a day in April.

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The Black Egg

"Black egg shell thin

pots of Ling-Shan

maybe three thousand

years B.C."


First poem

walked on black shell

today tend eggs

dark blood crusted

on Earth

holds truth in bones

first sentence

exhale essential need

blood pools under feet

inhale bravery of breath

release paiin

find self is to suffer

further crush of black

fade into self-love

shells to dust

comfort through tragedy

red mud print of sole

each loss a gain

once magic

enters

wound.



© 2022 Jamie Lee Hamann

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