Mark R Slaughter


Hair - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

At the barber’s chair
the spent hair fell
I balked at yet
another depth of grey

age will pay
for Death is winking
and as it caught my wrinkles
with coarse and wiry haulms

it jeered and sneered in fun
another run
towards a keen but
patient stone

denoting where
so soon
I’d lie alone.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011


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  • Rookie - 174 Points Vipins Puthooran (10/29/2011 12:15:00 AM)

    Wow, wonderful poem, , good poetic diction! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011


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