Sunday, December 4, 2011

Hair
I've got strands of memory like long, flowing hair.
If I cut them, will they all be be gone?

Slow
Music of this globe streams into my head.
So with a reluctant hand, I cover the song.

Tap
I tapped on my forehead till a dark beauty called.
We spoke a bit, then I went home.

2 comments:

voiceoftruelove said...

i really liked this line "I've got strands of memory like long, flowing hair.
If I cut them, will they all be be gone?"

My analytical mind was trying to figure out what the you meant in the last two lines...

Old Ollie said...

Your well of poems runs deep.

You keep breaking new ground too.

That is a lot of metaphors, thanks SC.