Tonsurephobia

Tonsurephobia

A Poem by David Watson Brown
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Getting my beard trimmed at the barber's one day and....stuff happens

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The razor pausing at my throat,
purring in anticipation of its target 
gives pause to all that's logical
as I behold in the mirror, 
a tiny tremor in the eye 
of the holder

The blade hums as it hovers in stillness, 
humbly awaiting  final commandment
from its supreme commander
as he beholds in the mirror,
the fury in the eye 
of his tormentor

My silent and sudden prayer ends,
with humble thoughts of gratitude 
to my own ultimate authority
when I behold in quiet bliss,  
the serenity in the hand 
of my barber

© 2014 David Watson Brown


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Added on December 18, 2014
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David Watson Brown
David Watson Brown

Canada



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I live in the far western part of Canada and primarily write poetry, but have just completed several short stories. Look forward to meeting other writers and reading their work. more..

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