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Howard Camner


Lily's Eggs Over Easy


They make you remember what used to be;
a time when time meant nothing

When love was as pure as Lily's eggs are imperfect

a little rough around the edges
and raw where it counts

They are self-centered
yet generous to a fault

They are the beginning of life
and the end of life
all in one swift motion

Lily's eggs over easy can be hard to swallow
like a bad lie told by an angel

They are the stuff dreams are made of
and the only reason
to wake up

Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2008

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,857 Points Bri Edwards (4/17/2014 4:13:00 PM)

    as for Lily's Eggs Over Easy.............i sent it to MyPoemList. and when i am long gone, maybe my biographer will stumble across it and stick it in the book of bri.
    a thoughtful poem to say the least. and one to make me hungry as well. i wonder how you would write this as an essay. so, was/is Lily a real person, as is/was Carmen? ?
    i DO wonder also, when did time mean 'nothing'?

    my favorite lines:

    When love was as pure as Lily's eggs are imperfect

    a little rough around the edges
    and raw where it counts..............................thanks for sharing. bri ;) (Report) Reply

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