A Wild Hair – Hare

Getting older really sucks…

Momma told me about

wild hairs in my scalp

when I started getting

random gray sprouts

 

But…

 

She neglected to tell

me about other random

‘Wild Hairs’ that would

bedevil me as I aged

So … the older I get

the more hare hunts

I go on to find ‘wild hair’

sprouts on my face…

my chin…

round my lips…

between my brows…

And…

in my brows…

 

Heads up those

of you who are still

‘Wild Hair-less’

the fun is yet to begin…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Wild and Free

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The Muse is flowing

Poetry running free

Like wild mustangs through

my head

Words flow across the pages

reminding me of Spring rivers rising

The words won’t come to me when

I want them…

need them…

Words are fickle and have

a life of their own

Playing out sagas in black

across white pages lined in blue

I give in…

And …

give up…

to the words…

the Muse…

I let the words have their way

Perhaps…

Should I give them their due…

their own free will…

loosen the reins…

they will allow me at some point soon

(I hope)

to manipulate them to my will…

Until then, they are like children

running wild and free…

coming out to play on a whim…

always teaching me the

lessons of freedom.

 

 

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie