Written for the Ode Contest on Steemit.com
oh lawn chair
broken and amiss
won’t you covet me like I covet you
and tell me of your miss?
it was like chalk in the dark
a white against the night
a slippery gooey substance
not to be missed on sight
this image i imagine her in
your miss oh broken lawn chair knight
if only we could discover we were kin
and live on forever as a kite in the wind
a family house
a proud house
a questioning house
of drunken debauchery
a luring, lucid, sudden reason
to rid the world of a sizeable treason
wont you tell me of her, finally
for i am questioning if she’s even a she…
wait a second,
how do lawnchairs breed???
Straight from an 80s womb, Robyn Eggs breaks the mold with her abstraction and appreciation for the littlest of things. Her unique eye captures a different point of view. Artist and poet, she divines her inspiration from the Goddess. Nature is her church.unique eye captures a different point of view. Artist and poet – inspired by the Goddess.