Monday, July 20, 2015

Chasing Rabbits


I fed my head a photograph
hoping for some second sight.
Insight.
Hindsight.
Or, whatever else might shed some light

on who you were
outside of me,
where you've gone,
who I'm to be.
Is there a story left to tell
or is the bottom of the well bone dry?

I fed my head.
Just like Gracie said,
I fed my head.

For The Mag

10 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this. "...who I'm to be..." there is a lot of story left to tell, kiddo.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, yes! And I love it, as always!! I'm so glad you're there to say what I can't!!! Have a great week!!

Marion Lawless said...

Love this, MZ! "White Rabbit" is my favorite song of the 60's...a masterpiece. Feed your head, indeedy!!!! ;-) xo

Elena Sands said...

Nice, interesting rhyme pattern. :-)

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Fireblossom said...

No hookah-smoking caterpillar? I want a hookah-smoking caterpillar.

Gemma Wiseman said...

Wonderful, rhythmic 'I fed my head'. The rhythmic repetition suggests that this action hounds the mind of the persona. Interesting poem.

Kalpana Solsi said...

I wanted to read more....... very interesting.

Rajlakshmi said...

I loved the term - I fed my head :) I wonder what all I am feeding it
Interesting write.

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grapeling said...

now I've got that song running through my head ~