Random thoughts collect in her hair.
Ideas shed by passers by
printed in fonts, large and small
nestled in her curls.
Within the crowd ideas conflict
like a crash of cymbals.
She swallows them all
continues to shift the molecules
search for a new formula
that makes sense.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Beautiful poem. The first line is stunning. There’s a sense of otherworld magic in it, for me. 🙂
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Thank you for your reflection.
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Random thoughts collect in her hair.
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Thank you Kirsten. I appreciate hearing the line that resonates with you.
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I found you through “Posts of Note” on Nikki”s site, I’m glad I stopped by to read your lovely poem!
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Thanks for taking the time to visit.
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You are very welcome!
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