Mix and match

by Dagmar Wilson   Feb 28, 2018


A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear
a spritz of shocking you,
that's me.

A daisy stuck to my hair
wildflowers in my bag,
no room for roses.

My color is black
turquoise beeds around my neck,
I miss the 60's.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Loved this Dagmar! Brought me right to that era...

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,

    I can see you doing the 'twist' with beads swirling 'Hippie style' of course :)
    Great little poem reminiscing
    Much love
    Michael :)x

  • 6 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Beautiful... Typo on definitely

    Take care x

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you and thank you for pointing out

  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Oh ... I've always wished I was around to enjoy the 60s Dagmar ... and your wonderful, wistful poem makes me wish it all the more. I love the beautiful nostalgia you've woven :-) x
    =^.^=

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