Wayne Sloane


{my Body Is An Eggshell} - Poem by Wayne Sloane

My body is an eggshell
encased within the skin of an orange.

My mind a defunct laboratory
of bubbles and sparks,
delusions and discoveries.

My heart a secret garden
of orchids, mushrooms, rocks
and fragile mosses.

My soul is a mother.
A mother of stars.
Stars like our sun.


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Topic(s) of this poem: body, heart, mind, soul

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 12, 2015



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