A strand of her remained

A strand of her remained

A Poem by Glassboxes

A strand of her remained

clinging to the bathroom tile.

A single hair from her untamed mane

caught his eye and meanwhile,

clinging to the bathroom tile,

he tries not to remember why

she caught his eye and meanwhile

the water runs down drowning out his outcry.

He tries not to remember why

her hair was like a harp between his fingers.

The water runs down drowning out his outcry

but the scent of her shampoo still lingers.

Her hair was like a harp between his fingers,

he remembers, as he pulls it taut against his tongue

but the scent of her shampoo still lingers

and he gets caught up in the way she clung.

He remembers, as he pulls it taut against his tongue,

how she sounded when he strummed her,

how he got caught up in the way she clung,

how it sounded when he strummed

a single hair from her untamed mane

the strand of her that remained.

© 2010 Glassboxes


Author's Note

Glassboxes
Another pantoum hence the rhyme scheme. Yes, it's redundant... pantoums are good at beating things into your head.

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Woooow. I am flabberghasted. This is exceptionally beautiful! I just cant believe how amazingly you have written this. I have read it three times and I will deffinetly be back to read it again.

It sure does beat everything the poem consists and tells into my head. I congratulate and salute you for such a majestically written piece.

Have a great weak ^_^

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Glassboxes
Glassboxes

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