(Poem 342 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Magic hair
sends waves
through the cosmos,
a journey from
root to tip
and beyond,
then ricochets
back to the heart
of the goddess
from whence it came,
the answer
to infinite energy.
@Home Studio – 342nd poem of the year
Runner ups for the Magic Hair photos to accompany my poem:
(Poem 182 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
No one has ever felt as
beautiful as a little girl
with fresh-made puffs.
Her frilly pale pink dress
with shiny shoes and high-
on-the-head earmuffs
are absolutely perfect
for a family wedding she
must attend in a while.
Her little brother in shirt
and vest gets to carry rings
as the bearer down the aisle,
but you can’t tell her a thing;
she’s not in the party but
might as well be the bride,
for the joy she feels looking
like the belle of the ball makes
her little soul swell with pride.
@Home Studio – 182nd poem of the year
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