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  • Mobility of Futility? (My Long, long black hair blues)

    I pull bristles downward in long, raking strokes
    -wince not, no tender head here!-
    Electricity static and singing sparks
    the stillness of eve.
    Un-nested, detangled with felled clingers pulled, pooled
    at my feet, messy black feathers huddle in defeat
    (I am sitting, hands never reach floor, but the efforts of my hands
    surely do.)
    Oh, these fibrils of cloak,
    bounce, sway, sulk, exasperate,
    shine, romance, fascinate
    seduce, hang straight, curl, escape
    Every one of them - swept up, trashed or still attached
    to my head:
    Dead,
    every one, even the lovely ones,
    they say.



  • #2
    What incredible imagery - 'black feathers huddle in defeat', 'fibrils of cloak' - your language is so beautiful Katray.

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    • #3
      ^ Yes, what RhymeLovingWriter said. I love the way it sounds, Katray. Fantastic!

      Favourite bit: ...Un-nested, detangled with felled clingers pulled, pooled / at my feet,

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    • #4
      Thank you most kindly, RhymeLovingWriter! - love that name!

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    • #5
      Thank you so much, Grant; I enjoy your work tremendously!

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      • #6
        This poem gets better with each reading, Katray. The closing lines are top: Dead, / every one, even the lovely ones, / they say.

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        • #7
          You've given me a whole new perspective of what I see, swept up and trashed, at the hair salon...

          I love the matter-of-fact melancholy of this.
          pf

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          • #8
            I really like your poem, but the last part just blows me away. I say.

            Oh, these fibrils of cloak,
            bounce, sway, sulk, exasperate,
            shine, romance, fascinate
            seduce, hang straight, curl, escape
            Every one of them - swept up, trashed or still attached
            to my head:
            Dead,
            every one, even the lovely ones,
            they say.

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          • #9
            Katray, you are a poet of the first order. This piece, like all your other pieces, is pregnant with imagery, lush with delicious expression, a delectable work of art. I cannot say enough in praise of your work. While I think hair is beautiful, you have elevated it to preternatural beauty, and you have written its eulogy as I hope someone writes mine. You are a unique, powerful, and seducing voice. Bravo!

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            • #10
              Fantastic, Katray! Good to see you here!

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              • #11
                Katraywritten with such discriptive finesse

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                • #12
                  Thanks, Grant! The fact that it is a fact that hair is "dead" no matter how we try to make it beautiful, perfect and "alive" - daily or nightly or more dutifully raking it to remove the balled up messes and lost causes, inspired this. Just thinking of all the time and money spent on hair is mind blowing and I've parted with a lot of both for my own tresses, lol.

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                  • #13
                    Thank you very much, Pipersfancy! Yes, I've filled a few bins myself with my lost causes who were dead even before they went bad, hah.

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                    • #14
                      Thanks so much, Brain and Grant!

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                      • #15
                        Wow, I am humbled, MHenry! Thank you..

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