Bill Cantrell

Locks Of Hair - Poem by Bill Cantrell

Locks of hair, shoes of brass
We try to make a moment last
Time has come to take them both away
Without a moments notice,
Before my very face,
Tomorrow changes into yesterday

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Raising children, life, gone,

Comments about Locks Of Hair by Bill Cantrell

  • Seamus O' Brian (7/7/2017 10:35:00 PM)

    Going through this myself, Bill. I love how you so successfully manage to capture with striking force the magnitude of such a concept in such a succinct manner; it brilliantly reflects the very mystery of life you address- -the richness of itt all passing in such brevity. Wonderful writing, Bill (Report) Reply

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  • Pamela Sinicrope (6/5/2017 5:03:00 PM)

    Life sure does go by fast, especially when you watch your children grow then go. My oldest leaves for college this summer and it seems like yesterday, I brought him home from the hospital. Thanks for sharing and nice photo. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (5/26/2017 3:43:00 PM)

    Before my very face,
    Tomorrow changes into yesterday - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There is a thing about poetry [and prose as well] that we write a line about one matter and then that line deepens and widens on its own. Here we can have a child who grows into adulthood and the moments of babyhood are growing dimmer and we scarcely mention the time little Harvey tried to pet the goldfish, etc. Yet this poem won't be put in a box. We can also have the child who did not grow into adulthood and events have come and taken away those precious moments of teaching her how to ride a bike or put a worm on a hook... And this poem still reaches out to others whose children grew into adulthood and are raising their own children and are in the middle of gathering their own brass shoes and locks of hair and... tomorrow has arrived years and years too soon and the grown-up 30' something child is taken away and we return to the only memories we will ever have.... That's the thing about your poetry, Bill. It is always capable of universality. And your poems always have that eternally touching eternally poetic eternally beautiful lines like:
    Before my very face,
    Tomorrow changes into yesterday
    10's and a forever place on my favorites list
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/13/2017 10:20:00 PM)

    Tomorrow changes into yesterday.... true dictum. Present is best for us. It is a beautiful poem.Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (3/9/2017 5:38:00 PM)

    A nice write Bill.+++10

    You will like my The Probability Of Being You.

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  • Annette Aitken (3/9/2017 2:55:00 PM)

    A lovely poem here Bill. that's why it is always best to live in the moment, a very enjoyable little read.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 9, 2017

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