Stubborn

Stubborn

A Poem by Jason Grey
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I wring
My wet hair,
again.

I heard the rain approach,
But I did not care.

© 2009 Jason Grey


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Ah, the rain....
My favorite place to walk, within it, my hair desires it, my Soul drinks each drop as it seeps into my flesh and bone. What a wonderful piece, one I needed to read, especially on days like these. Thank you

Posted 8 Years Ago


Beautiful, short and simple. There is little else one can say in response to this.
This is image provoking as well, prompting the questions of who, what, why.
Was this person just playing in the rain? Fresh from the shower and uncaring that they would become mud splattered? Or could it even be an ode to self-confidence and self-awareness.

Fantastic job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I love this. Its simplicity makes it so poignant.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Brilliant! I especially admire how, despite its shortness and simplicity, you got your point across. Very witty, and yes, stubborn. Sounds like me.

Posted 14 Years Ago


mmmmmmmmmm nice..nice nice

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Jason Grey
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I'm a eighteen year old dreamer who's favorite word is quixotic. If I could invite five people to lunch I would invite Kurt Vonnegut, Matsuo Basho, Serj Tankian, Terry Pratchett, and Banksy. I reside .. more..

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