Stars in my hair

How do you interpret this piece? Share in the comments and see my view at the end of the post.

#FromOneLine #TopTweetTuesday
When the sky stopped moving
The stars drizzled down
I captured them like a child
In cupped palms, while
Some entangled in my hair
I tied a few with a bonny bow
In a hanky with crochet-edges
Then, I lay amongst the brilliance
Waiting for the sun to descend

I see this as an imagist poem with a life metaphor. When time is ready to halt, we can only stand by and gather memories and memoirs. We, then, patiently wait for the last sunset.

A poet’s mind

For @TopTweetTuesday, I decipher the #poetic #mind

Unsaid expressions shroud
A poet’s clamorous mind;
Floating paper clouds
On which words abound
As dark specks of starlings
Hungry for raindrops
On cotton candy canvas
Verses sprayed in pastels
Songs flutter as festoons
In the distant summer
Or cuddle under afghans
Wary of an icy winter

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