Random Acts of Poetry

Last night, my 15 year old daughter and I went to the hair salon, so when thinking about the poem I would write based on one word, I chose the one word "Hair".

So, here is my poem, based on one word, Hair, written in 60 seconds.

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Hair

Let's cut
Let's color

White or yellow?

Purple?

Flying, falling

Washing, drying

Up or down?

Short or long?

It's only hair

Havin' fun!

Comments

L.L. Barkat said…

Oh, that was delightful. The 60-second poem totally suits you.

And what a fun photo!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Paula V said…

Ahhh..no before and after pics?

Love your signature.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Cindy said…

I'm needing a haircut myself so this was a good read for me. I also need to find a new stylist. That's a bit stressful.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Anonymous said…

cute...i like your style!

Monday, September 14, 2009

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