Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Your Hair


Your hair sometimes smells like a rose garden with blooming roses
Like a candy store
With sweet lolipop
A bakery
With freshly baked cookies
A mixture of different perfumes
Like Early morning grass
A cup of water
An expired oil
A feral cat
With stinky fur 
Like a burning hay on the field 
Like an over baked cake
With strawberry topping
Like a pot of herbs 
In a traditional Chinese way
A cup of coffee
With no sugar 
A few drops of concentrated valilna 
In a well beaten egg white
Your hair sometimes feel like a bunch of dry hay
A bunch of fluff 
From a new born sheep
A piece of silk 
With small joints
A baby's hair 
Your hair sometimes looks like a nest
With some obvious weeds
Like a dark brown mushroom 
An uneven fence 
With black paint
Waves of ocean 
Willows in the park 
Like a warm winter hat 
That protects your ears in the harsh winter


Monday, May 11, 2015

Unchanged Everything

(Poetry Reflection on "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos William)

So much depends upon

An unchanged love

With a wounded heart

Suffering in the beautiful memory