Thursday, November 29, 2012

Fur







Fur






If you've ever had wet hair
fall across your skin in rainy wind,
you know it's not fur. It holds no warmth,
it can't kill cold with a sharp curl's shine
only fly out from our heads, fine
as flurries of fool's words
mingling in snowy breaths,
ends bypassing deaths,
 split-tongued promises
brushing off bets.







~November 2012





55 fuzzy follicles for   the g-man

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25 comments:

  1. well i never thought i would get a warm and fuzzy post from you...smiles. fools words and split tongue promises def dont sound very warm....smiles.

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  2. ..and it is handy for pulling out when visiting Verse Escape. ;-)

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  3. PS--that Harold Melvin & the Bluenotes song was my theme song when I was married.

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    1. Marriage can do that to you. Thanks, Shay.

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  4. Lets get something straight Moonbat, never call any work of Art that you present to me' 'just a poem'
    That's like calling Lake Tahoe... Just a pond!
    Loved your hirsute 55
    Thanks for playing, thanks for your fortitude at continuing to make Fridays so special . You are freaky cool. Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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    1. Thank you, G. From one hirsute individual to another, let the fur fly this weekend.

      I will make the rounds in the morning. Been a long day.

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  5. It is really cool ! I have always hated hair in my face- fur is better...thanks.

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  6. I've been lashed with wet hair, not a pleasant memory. Thanks. ;)

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  7. You know, Pearl has hair not fur, which is very inconvenient when she is cold or wet or just about anything other than next to an allergic person. Lots of beautiful phrases here - split-tongued promises and all the other word play - ends and brush = flurries of fool's words. I guess it's hare-brained and not hair-brained, but seems to me I always spell it the second way--and your poem definitely makes a case for that spelling. Well done. k.

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  8. I think my hair is falling out...

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  9. ah ! that was indeed cold.
    bone cold ? nah .. just wet hair chilling :D

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  10. ... can't help thinking about the homeless population in our city .. how in the world do they keep themselves dry and warm.

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  11. Love that line, "split-tongued promises" and I agree with G about the whole 'just a poem' thing!

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  12. Brings back so many memories of "crunchy" hair, frozen stiff after swim practice in the winter. Fur would have been much nicer....

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  13. Yeah, fur is warm...and wet, cold hair slapping in your face is..well, not. But, I've almost gone hysterical trying to get wayward, sticking cat fur off my face...tickles something fierce! Fun word play in this, Hedgewitch...excellent as always.

    That album is one of my all-time favorites...love that song. I still, on occasion, let my "freak flag fly."

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    1. Amen. I had to cut mine to just on my shoulders recently as it was wreaking hell with my arthritis trying to braid it. There's some irony in there somewhere. ;_)

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    2. Awe... I love your braids. Do you like you knew, shorter hair? Was it hard to get used to having it swing around your face?

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    3. It's still long enough to pull back in a ponytail, so it's fine--and so much easier to take care of. But I intend to let it grow out again--it's just a thing I have. ;_) But the haircut was needed--not just for the ease of care, but to change the two-tone look--bottom part blonde, top part grey. Now when it grows out it will be more uniform, and I will keep it as long as I can for as long as I can.

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  14. & Young? There was a Young? Ha! I love their album cover. Nice sound too.

    This "just a poem" is really clever. I don't like wet hair or fool's words. Neither offer comfort.

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    1. Neil Young was the Young part--he went on to a pretty massive solo career. Thanks, Margaret.

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    2. And that's the rest of the story!! Yes, I've heard of him :) He went from big to even bigger :) Thanks for clarifying.

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  15. Such an interesting premise for a poem! I always love your 55ers.

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  16. "It holds no warmth,"

    hmmm, not so sure about that... try shaving it all off, then go outside some brisk snowy colorado morning. true, it's not fur, but it's better than nothing, that i do know.

    very clever phrasing here joy...
    "as flurries of fool's words
    mingling in snowy breaths,
    ends bypassing deaths,"

    those are some great lines

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    1. Hmmm...no experience of facial hair, obviously. That gender bias thing, it creeps in everywhere. Thanks wood.

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