11 Friday Jan 2013
Posted in Poetry
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blue, blue-haired, flowers, freedom, leaves, pale flowers, shelter
young blue haired ladies
titter as they gather
pale flowers in fading sunlight
sharp rustling leaves
whispering in cold winds
reminds us to seek shelter
our hearts exposed
those blue-haired girls
are daring
wild and carefree
making souls envious of their
freedom
This seems to be two separate poems, but they were written together and so I’m keeping them together. Maybe it’ll make sense another time.
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Like you, I too have two poems come up at once sometimes. Hard to decide why and if they should remain together. Why does that happen, I wonder.
The fact that your blue-haired ladies were young puzzles me. Here blue rinsed usually meant of advanced years.
This piece was inspired by two girls who came into the store with very blue hair.