Monday, July 20, 2015

Chasing Rabbits

I fed my head a photograph
hoping for some second sight.
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


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.


grapeling said...

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