tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559638382023188504.post2675426054555813730..comments2023-08-02T23:49:41.989+10:00Comments on @ Merlene Fawdry: Telstra BigBlog -Merlene Fawdryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08318707687125028987noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559638382023188504.post-56975945769467976702011-01-16T19:09:35.968+11:002011-01-16T19:09:35.968+11:00Thanks Loll.Thanks Loll.Merlene Fawdryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08318707687125028987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-559638382023188504.post-28201589656152811062011-01-16T14:15:42.043+11:002011-01-16T14:15:42.043+11:00I adore this poem. It made me laugh and it made me...I adore this poem. It made me laugh and it made me sad and reflective. It's honest and a little raw and I love that. <br /><br />The hair paragraph hits home for me. It's a nervous laugh for me at the scalping part. It's funny and scary at the same time.<br /><br />Lots of great lines, it's hard to pick the best, but I like:<br />"memories shape shifting between past and present" <br />"and the husk shrinks inward." <br /><br />I especially love the use of the word "mouldering." <br />I just don't see that word often enough. <br /><br /><br />This one's my favorite. : )Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com