MISSING HEAD

poem

 

 

 

My head felt like it had been took.

A worn and tattered old book.

Loose pages found in a nook.

Pecked and examined by a Rook.

An overburdened coat hook.

Banged about, twisted and shook.

Washed and deseeded, ready to cook.

My head felt like it had been took.

 

Author's Note

picture: Untitled by Andy Vibile

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very clever ( a compliment )and whimsical write full of mind moments. I like your usage of tattered old book. Marvelous...:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so much, Sami I am amazed that this was percieved as clever! You are very kind

[Sami Khalil]

It is. The thoughts and the connections of imagery...You are welcome...:)