Sunday, 8 February 2009

After The Event

Thanks to Hilary for chastising me! No Poem?! Am I slipping? No - I just thought the picture I painted was awful enough to make everyone shudder, without heaping verses upon their consciousness as well. So this morning I will rectify the situation, belatedly, and await Blogland's observations upon the following slightly pensive poem.

Hair Cut

Thinning hair assumes
a temporary order
as scissor blades cross.

Its pale strands drift down,
settle like falling snowflakes
on indoor carpet.

Little colour left
since age and life together
bestowed silver crown.

13 comments:

  1. There it is. :) And nah, it wasn't meant to chastise... just a bit of a tease. :)

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  2. First stanza's a killer! Loved this one, Ms. Nipple Notes. :)

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  3. Love the poem ! Your hair looks nice on your blog. I am 70 and only have 20 or 30 grey hairs and I just love grey hair. But, none of the ladies on my Mothers side have any grey hairs to speak of. I should not have ended the sentence with a preposition.

    Hope you have a great day.

    Hugs~~~ Leslie

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  4. Well, I'm gray, and it's very, very short. It was thinning about ten years ago and I started using Mill Creek's Biotin Shampoo (available via Amazone) and the thinning stopped. For now. Sisterhood!

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  5. Laughing because of Bdogs' comment. Biotin, I've fed it to my horse (not in shampoo-form I might add) in order to strengthen her hooves, worked a treat and it also gave her a very shiny coat! LOL
    Treatment from the inside out - if you know what I mean. I ordered it from http://www.paardendrogist.nl, it's called Biotine.

    And a lovely poem again.

    Lots of love, Carolina

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  6. That's poetry - taking a simple everyday something and making it spread out and out and out into the world as an image of LIFE

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  7. Now your post is complete and we have a poem to go along with the imagery.

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  8. I too wear the 'silver crown'! With pride.

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  9. Its pale strands drift down,
    settle like falling snowflakes
    on indoor carpet.

    Loved it

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  10. Great poem. My hair is old but it refuses to turn silver or even grey.

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  11. YAY! A poem! I love it! And your hair is beautiful by the way! Oh and I left you an award over at my blog. i don't know if you got it already but too bad, LOL! you've got it again! jenni

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