Brown and lush or brighten gold
what makes the perfect crown?
definition, we behold
of who we are till grown.
Flip it, cut it, what’s the quest
cover the neck with these,
just like curtains dropped at best
the face will thank you, pleased.
A temple of being is on the head
before the age of three
silken cuticles instead
and strands which make me…
me.
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100th Hood-Wink Celebrations!
Lovely imagery right from the start, it's the first time I have read a poem about hair, you have captured what we all feel about the stuff that flows around our heads
Loved the rhyme and flow, the only line I found a bit awkward was line #8 the word 'pleased' being the culprit
However I enjoyed reading this poem, and looking at your photo, your hair is very beautiful and deserves the title of crowning glory 
You have been ambushed by a Poetic Bandit, as we celebrate 100 weeks of Hood-Winking
Love and smiles ~Lilac
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Thank you for your read and honest critique. Always appreciated and considered. I was wondering if that paused word would be taken correctly. Even if a poem is chosen for publication (as this one), I will look on another day until it is clean and just right. I may or may not leave it.
Again, I am grateful!
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Ah ... This was a FAST one ...!
and yes: typical YOU!
I think you love your hair as I love mine ... Thank you precious Poetess for this cute submission.
Love
Myra
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