02-03-2015, 02:28 PM
Hair Ice (for Tom)
I never knew until today
that my stark white hair
is hair ice and my head
a simple granite rock.
My hair is melting away
and soon all that will be left
is this shinning rock hard dome;
resting upon weak and worthless shoulders.
This explains why my mother
always called me “Hardheaded.”
Certainly a rock is most stubborn;
refusing to help in anyway.
It’s me to a “T.”
Care to join me for a cup
of dementia?
Hah—snort, snicker, drool!
–Erthona
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©2015
I never knew until today
that my stark white hair
is hair ice and my head
a simple granite rock.
My hair is melting away
and soon all that will be left
is this shinning rock hard dome;
resting upon weak and worthless shoulders.
This explains why my mother
always called me “Hardheaded.”
Certainly a rock is most stubborn;
refusing to help in anyway.
It’s me to a “T.”
Care to join me for a cup
of dementia?
Hah—snort, snicker, drool!
–Erthona
©2015
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.