A fantasy
of long lustrous
layered locks is
what makes me look
longingly at the mirror.
Hair grazing my shoulders,
brushing against my breasts,
caressing my hips with its silkiness:
a distant dream. Now it barely scrapes
a distant dream. Now it barely scrapes
my neck, tickles it with coarse choppiness
and taunts my efforts with stubborn shortness.
I do all what granny advises: i oil my hair, comb it
hundred times, scrape my fingernails and massage it
lovingly. Yet it remains frustratingly short. I wring my
hands at the mirror. When will heads turn as i walk
along? And when will men bump into each other
at my approach? Mommy may say i am
obsessed but is it wrong to desire
beauty? We can endlessly
argue about this.
Looks long and pretty to me...
ReplyDeleteActually i wrote this poem from a friend's point of view. Some of my feelings are intermingled in it. She had got a hair cut and now she's cribbing about it. I can empathize with her because i have medium long hair and i want it to grow loooooong.
ReplyDeleteI used to love my longer hair, but age came into play so now I shave my head. I'm not eating it with my meals now at least. smile...
ReplyDeleteLong hair can be both a blessing and a curse I think. My mom used to have thick hair down to her waist, but it has gradually shortened with age. I can remember as a child how shiny it used to look after she had finished pampering it, but it used to take forever to wash & dry. Having sisters with equally long hair made for a lot of hairballs all over the place too.
ReplyDeleteA well written poem. You said in your comment that your hair is medium long. It looks LONG LONG to me and very pretty. I must also throw in the old saying: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
ReplyDeleteHair is a thing of beauty but can be a hassel. I have long hair, so I know the extra care. Great poem! Happy you shared it!
ReplyDeleteperfect shape.
ReplyDeletelovely poem.
I love the shape you put it in!
ReplyDeleteMy Pantry Poem: http://bit.ly/qRlO9s
well, short hair can be sexy too.
ReplyDeletei like the shape of the poem ~