A Hair From The Devil’s Beard

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I once plucked
A lone hair
From the
Devil’s beard
Singing a song
Thinking of
Frigga and Juno
I spun the
Devils wool
Expanding as
A dream
Woven into a
Coverlet that
Unravels when
Cold winds blow
And weaves more
Tightly when
Sweating suns glow
This devilish thread
Is colored
The most
Glorious red
And reweaves itself
Entwined through out
The warp and weft
Secure in the selvage
Forever tangled
Hopelessly knotted
Foolish efforts
No amount of
Good works suffice
The Devils’ Beard
Will always be
Useless comfort
Wrapped itching
Around in misery
Foolish greed
Always wanting
Something to keep
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Bear … 12.20.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2014
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8 comments on “A Hair From The Devil’s Beard

  1. Geneviève Ariès says:

    Over the top in far out, off the Richter scale.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Vais-je devoir me tondre ?!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lisa says:

    Nailed it. 🙂

    Like

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