My Theme of the Month poem

Hi everyone,

Here’s my T.O.M. poem inspired by “Things that grow.”

Things that Grow
David L.Harrison

My hair is growing more perverse,
Week to week from bad to worse
With tricks that seem, if not malicious,
At the very least capricious.
It stuffs my ears with tufts of hair
Like rabbits lost a fight in there.
Why do I need a third brow?
Never had one, got one now.
Elsewhere my hair aspires
To bristle from my nose like briars.
Whiskers that for years behaved
Defy my razor when they’re shaved.
My neck’s a lunar battle site
Where spiky aliens sprout at night.
My head, you ask, perchance to grin?
My hair there — of course — grows thin.
What once was brown and lushly pated
Perverse reverse has decimated.
Of those still charged to hide the dome,
None remembers cream and comb.
These ghostly stragglers soldier on,
Doomed to wisp away anon.


18 comments on “My Theme of the Month poem

  1. One really doesn’t know why there’s a stray just anywhere, & you’ve shown us that beautifully, David. Ha, it’s like the hair jumps from the top down.

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