Three slightly beaten eggs.

Heavy syrup and pecans.

Three slightly beaten eggs.

A pie baked in lieu

An attempt to explain

all of the most basic ceremony and

rites of common society which I have naught

Experienced.

Imperfect kindness tempered with ignorance and an introverted nature.

Making myne own misunderstood rituals of Devotion.

Lacking. Paltry offering.

What I hold not in emotional availability, I make up with myne ability to stare at the sky and dream.

Appealing to others until experienced for a longer term.

A mystic certainly understands classical romanticism;

but, of the contemporary meaning of romantic, often feeling inadequate and misunderstood.

Leaving everything on the field whilst appearing like Æ did not come to play the Game at all.

Adrift in timelessness without the ability to connect in the contemporary.

Moving through time backwards to understand at death

the joy that others missed while they experienced

It.

Heavy bursts of ecstasies that leave others lacking It in the in~between.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

9 thoughts on “Three slightly beaten eggs.”

  1. I am loving the final lines; they bring to mind slowly eating of something delectable. What may be lacking is filled with love.
    “Three slightly beaten eggs” also has a certain irresistibility musically about it!

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    1. Thank you kindly, Jaya. The piece flowed from feeling a bit out of touch, but pouring love for someone into a handmade pie. Because, when I cannot find the words, I can certainly feed a loved one’s tummy with a bit of sweet soul food. I appreciate your time in mind.

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  2. This is fantastic. I really like the lines, “Imperfect kindness tempered with ignorance and an introverted nature. // Making myne own misunderstood rituals of Devotion.” And the ending, beginning with, “Adrift in timelessness….” is sublime.

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  3. writtencasey – channelling ‘ALL CAPS’ & Plato the Greek & Blake & all them Persian cats and that’s before breakfast, tea double oh. “If Whitman had… some of what she had,” he said he said. Aces, of course! x

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