Sunday, November 13, 2011

Sunday 160: Wayward Strays


strands of hair
growing ‘neath my tongue
unnoticed ‘til now

plucking is impossible
roots buried deep
acceptance only choice

I braid to keep
stray strands in check

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My contribution to Monkey Man's Sunday 160.
where one writes a story in 160 characters total (including spaces). 
The strange poem above is based upon last night's dream. 

9 comments:

Brian Miller said...

under your tongue? yikes!

smiles. i sincerely hope this is a metaphor....

Monkey Man said...

Yes....metaphorically speaking. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160. Always fun to come by and visit you.

Helen said...

OMG ... hope it never comes to that! At least my hairs are a shade of blonde.

Sue said...

Manages to be strangely disturbing and oddly compelling all at once.

=)

Mijayami said...

Eek! Hope that dream never comes true!

Mama Zen said...

What a creepy dream!

J. Kwiatkowski-Schuler said...

Ew! I'd ask you if you "played the number" but I don't think growing hair under your tongue is in the Dream Book.
Do you know what I mean? Does anyone still do that? My mother would run and look up her dream in a dream book them go play the number in that day's lottery. Never won. Still does it.

Cheryl said...

Yes, you called it: strange. If I remembered my dreams, I'm not so sure I'd want to sleep.

BECKY said...

Yikes! I'm with Sue above..disturbing and compelling!

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