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We know each other,
morning’s first beach walkers,
gawking at the crimson egg
that hovers on horizon’s edge.
We stop to watch it crack,
yolk spreading across the sky,
nourishing us more than anything
scrambled up in kitchens.
No names, addresses,
loves, longings, losses.
We simply share this recipe
for how to start the day.
© by Joanne Durham.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Joanne Durham is a retired educator who lives on the North Carolina coast, with the ocean as her backyard and muse. She's the author of To Drink from a Wider Bowl, which won the Sinclair Poetry Prize, and On Shifting Shoals. Joanne's poetry has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies and she teaches workshops about poetry inspired by art. When she's not writing, Joanne says she plays tennis, practices yoga, delights in her grandchildren, and "works for a better world in which they can grow up." Learn more about her at https://www.joannedurham.com/.
 
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CamilleBalla:
Great recipe to start the day in unison with others who walk the beach, stopping to watch the sun crack open. Beautiful poem!
Posted 11/11/2021 04:53 PM
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Jancan:
Such vivid imagery in this lovely, expressive poem
Posted 11/10/2021 10:00 AM
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jamvan:
Mixing the mundane with the celestial with such economy - wonderful :)
Posted 11/10/2021 12:25 AM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful image of the sunrise and this shared experience.
Posted 11/09/2021 03:52 PM
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Janet Leahy:
Great to start the day with others but not intrude on their lives, it is enough to share this wonderful ritual.
Posted 11/09/2021 11:55 AM
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paradea:
Good one!!
Posted 11/09/2021 11:30 AM
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Llamarangler1:
This works, if you live on the east coast otherwise, you go for the sunset unless you live on a small island, then you can do both
Posted 11/09/2021 11:15 AM
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wordartdjc:
I too lived at an NC beach area for 27 years and can fully appreciate the magic of the shore. This poem has captured the sunrise eloquently and must be lauded.
Posted 11/09/2021 09:59 AM
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Larry Schug:
Human communication with nary a word spoken. A painting.
Posted 11/09/2021 08:44 AM
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KateTompkins:
Makes me feel I was actually there.
Posted 11/09/2021 08:15 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this sparse descriptive poem with the unique metaphor of an egg yolk and recipe for sunshine and happiness. Favorite images: "crimson egg
that hovers on horizons edge" and "yolk spreading across the sky."
Posted 11/09/2021 06:13 AM
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Rob:
Lovely sunrise moment/metaphor and capturing of that ephemeral human contact!
Posted 11/09/2021 05:03 AM
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