Produce

[Delta40]

You echo my past
like a seventies moustache
and tell me the quality
of my eggs are in question.
They are pale and thin;
tired flat suns.
I no longer glow
as my shell casing
becomes fragile.

Perhaps like myself,
the non decomposed garbage
that chickens dig up
again and again
as they forage through time,
affects what they produce
in every corner of their lives.

[Jerrybaldy]

Now that is what I call Deltaesque :) Great opening lines. Ageing and making the same mistakes over and over. It is like we never learn or something.
Tired flat suns, great line.
appreciative loveage
Jerry

[Delta40]

Thanks Jerry. Those chickens are a great source of inspiration!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wonderful, wonderful poem! Every vivid, powerful image stands for just long enough to knock one over before it's succeeded by the next. Wow!

[qimissung]

It's a great poem, Delta, and the first stanza-superb!

[Hawkman]

A great poem Detla, full of oevre, :D but you might want to change are to is in L4 S1. Not sure you need that last "today" either. I think the stanza would work better without it. Just a thought.

Thoroughly enjoyed the poem though. Great imagery.

Best, H