Friday, August 18, 2006

Wild Hairs

Where do you go
when the last email is sent?
Do you snuggle-up warm
under the enter key, or
kayak hours of rollercoaster cyber-rapids?
Maybe, you wrap your arms and legs
around the night’s last note
of an old “beater” guitar.
Questions! Questions!
that don’t need answers,
just wild hairs sprouting
in the cracks of my thoughts.

33 comments:

Don Iannone said...

Great one that brought a smile. When you reach OUR age, we need all the hair we can get...

MB said...

Oh, my! ...you really are very funny. Thanks for helping me meet my laughter quota this morning!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Me too! It's not morning here but I'm sitting at my desk having a good laugh. You really have a talent for threading a delicate needle! Thanks Pat!

Osquer said...

"Do you snuggle-up warm
under the enter key" I see a tiny fuzzy cyber critter whose pin-prick eyes are glowing at me from beneath the keyboard! Is that the cpu humming or a miniscule purrrrrrr?

Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Very powerful. I was moved. And last two lines are absolutely beautiful.

polona said...

great imagery again!
funny, but with serious undertones...

Aurora said...

Maybe I'm reading this wrong, but I don't see this as a humorous poem, necessarily, but as something entirely different. At any rate, pure Pat Paulk style to this one.:)

Mango Lane said...

Hi,
Back again to wish you a happy first anniversary of the FFMB.
I like the contrast of emotion and cyberspace in your poem. Interesting.

mikaelah said...

oh to have such fertile ground to nurture the wild hairs!

jel said...

them wild hair can be a pain,

that what they made HAIR GEL for! :)


have a great weekend

samuru999 said...

As always another great poem with
amazing imagery!
Loved this one!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I really like this one. I've never thought of it like that. :)

nobody girl said...

happy 1st FFMB anniversary!

-sarah
clogger, theremin

Lady Wordsmith said...

You might wanna be careful
with those sprouting wild hairs,
'cuz they do get in the way
plucking them all out
one by one
is painful to be sure
but the pain's gotta be less
than the pull of hot wax

Hototogisu said...

"just wild hairs sprouting / in the cracks of my thoughts" -- I understand this is a side effect of hormonal changes in middle-aged men (I speak from experience here). Good to see I'm not the only middle-aged man with wild hairs sprouting in my cracks Pat ... ;-)

Free Spirit said...

I go stretch tired fingers,
that wove at tapestry
with fibers that link worlds.

Thank you for visiting my blog and for taking the time to leave such a wonderful comment. I enjoyed visiting and reading your work as well.

dsnake1 said...

what creative wild hairs you have! :)

dumbdodi said...

Hey Pat, just read one of new additions to webster dictionary for this year the word -Mouse Potato. And you have offered here the poetic definition of the same word. :-)

Pris said...

I really like this, Pat. I guess I read it with a more philosophical bent and enjoyed it from that direction.

steve said...

We're all out here or there or maybe in between - very nice, Pat (it did oddly get me thinking about cleaning my keyboard)

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

he he this did make me laugh but I can also find a deeper metaphorical meaning on a second read am I imagining this?

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floots said...

long may your "wild hairs" continue
don't ever comb 'em
nice one

Masago said...

Wow, a powerful response to a disheartening event.

[P.S. my browser was stuck back on your Aug 8th entry. I thought you were on a vacation or something. I was confused, though, as you were still leaving comments for everyone. I have some catching up now to do. :-)]

Nick Zegarac said...

Ah yes, Pat. A lonely strain punctuates this finely meandering and thoughtful piece.

Queen Neetee said...

Wonderful question pat, and quite comforting really.
The comfort of hitting that last key at night - for me - is like a period to the days chores.
Ahhh...

Poetry by Kai said...

nice....

its_baxter said...

great piece :)

Amalendu said...

now when I have lost quite a bit of my hair.. your poem gives me a little hope even though wild...

Pat Paulk said...

Don, you bet'cha we do, especially wild ones!! Thanks!1

MB, always a pleasure to meet laughter quotas!!

Except when I stick myself with the needle. Thanks Russell!!

Osquer, there's so little known about cyber critters. Are they friendly? Or, patiently waiting to take over the world?


Thank you Natalia!!

Polona thank you!! Serious undertones?? Moi?

I guess it's a style I'm stuck with. Is that good? Thank you Aurora!!

Thank you Mango Lane!!

Mikaelah, I agree!!

Jel, what do you do if you don't wear hair gel? Thank you, I did!!
Hope you did, too!!

Thank you Margie!!

Thanks Andrew!!

Thank you Nobody Girl!!

Lady Wordsmith, I keep alot of distance between me and hot wax!!

Karasu, been sprouting them since I was 12 though.

Free Spirit, thank for returning the visit!! I'm sure I'll be back by.

Dsnake, and sometimes I get away with them! thanks!!

Dumbdodi, I'll have to go look up mouse potato.

Pris, thanks!!

Steve, you never know what's lurking under those caps. Could be a huge letter "B".

Sue, glad I can tickle the old cyber funny bone. I have to confess there's not.

Floots, I plan too!!

Thanks Vaughn!! Vacation, what's that?

Nick, glad to see you back making the rounds. Thanks!!

QNT, ahhh, is the best way to end a day!!

Thank you Kai!!

Thanks Ruthanne!!

Shyamalee, I think the wild ones are the best anyway!! Thanks!!

Osquer said...

Pat, lets hope the cyber critters don't ally themselves with the dust bunny contingent! Gods help us!

jel said...

Pat if you don't have any hair gel,
do what I do wear a hat or cap like I do, :)

have a good day!

Eric said...

wild hairs sprouting in the cracks of my thoughts . . . awesome.