Brushing Your Hair Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Brushing Your Hair
When I’m lonely
And feel like
Cashing in my chips,
When I’m melancholy
Beneath autumn street lights,
When my voice quivers
Talking about you
With a friend,
I know, I’d still
Fall in love with you again
If only I could
See you on the beach
Or brushing your hair
Before a mirror.
The image of brushing hair in front of a mirror work so well in this poem. I also liked the Autumn street lights and can imagine the colors of the falling leaves. The poem also flows so well and gave me just enough information for me to form pictures in my head. Well done! 10 Karin Anderson
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4/24/2024 8:48:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
your voice still quivering when you talk about her.. if that isn't heart-wrenching, I don't know what is... or maybe, yearning to see her brushing her hair again...