Monday, April 9, 2012

Vitellus


Vitellus

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson


Protected by the

dark, we cling

to blind security.


We’re yellow at

the center

egg whites of our

eyes won’t see.


Living pecks us.

Pecks away.

Peck peck peck pecks

us free.


Imagine our

surprise: the shells

are more fragile

than we.


32 comments:

anitamombanita said...

Great job! This made me think about what it's like to live without faith...so busy protecting our shells that we miss out on some of life's best (and maybe hardest) moments in which we get to grow, live, thrive! Happy Monday!

Laraine Eddington said...

Beautiful. I think we keep creating shells to hide in all through our lives.

Donna said...

Actually I'm feeling VERY pecked right now...boo, poor me. OK, that's enough of that pity party. Spunk will win out and is VERY tough!!

JDaniel4's Mom said...

What a wonderful image this poem paints! Loved it.

Brian Miller said...

and finally relinquishing your shell can def be a beautiful thing...smiles.

LeAnn said...

Beautiful and amazing; I always enjoy your poetry.
Hugs,

Berowne said...

Fine response to a challenging prompt...

Gail said...

Wonderful, afraid I didn't do very well this week.

Eva Gallant said...

There are so many ways this can be interpreted!

yaya said...

Life does peck and many times I just want to smash it's beak! But birds who don't break out of the shells by themselves don't live...so we have to do the same. Love the poem.

Jocelyn Christensen said...

I love that observation "the shells are more fragile than we..." A good thought to remember! :)

Fiauna said...

Chills!

Stef said...

Why is it that we tell ourselves the shells are too tough. We should just peck through them.

Dixie Mom said...

Beautiful...and true in many ways.

Caroline said...

Sue, you are such an amazing writer.

This is so true.

manicddaily said...

Oh so wonderful. Such a great observation re the shells! And I love the peck peck peck as well.

K.

James Brush said...

I like that surprise at the end, the astonishment at our resiliency. Very nice.

karen said...

Great thought - we all need to break out of our shells. We're more brave than we think we are - which we find out as we rise to the occasion.

Leovi said...

Delightful poem, I love those pecks that make us free.

Laurie Kolp said...

Really beautiful poem, Sue.

Kathe W. said...

peck peck peck- and yes our shells are more fragile than we!
Very nice!

Karen Sue said...

I feel a bit pecked right now!!

Grandma Honey said...

Hmmm...quite a lesson here.

Linda said...

There is so much interesting thinking to assimilate in your poem Sue. The delicate flow of "In My Life" as background music, inspires pondering in the peaceful setting that is your blog. If I am still lurking here, thinking about life after two or three days, kick me out okay? Thank you for this peaceful creation. =D

Mormon Women: Who We Are said...

Wow.

I think also of the butterfly having to work out of the cocoon, and how interfering with that process would make it so the butterfly is not strong enough to live.

So much about the process of life folded into the beauty of nature.

Cheryl said...

This is incredible.

julie king said...

i really like this especially the "yellow at the center egg whites of our eyes". such a nice verbal visual.

versebender said...

This was very good...I like it when the message is so cleverly packaged! VB

De said...

Love this rhyme scheme, and that last line rocks. :)

Kutamun said...

Centre like a shining diamond , black or white , indestructible, thanks

Heaven said...

I really like your take on the prompt...and that ending line is brilliant ~

ds said...

Nice! (we thought along similar lines this week) Love that last stanza.

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