Join Delores and me as we comb through our minds, brush up on our skills, and present our "hair" poems for the world's enjoyment :)
If you'd like, you can leave a poem in the comments on either of our blogs, or post on your own blog and leave us a note in the comments so we can find you.
There's so much can be said about hair.
And a lot of it has already been said in the title song from the musical Hair (which then became a huge hit for The Cowsills):
". . . long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy
Ratty, matty, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming
Streaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied . . ."
So what is there possibly left to say about hair?
I've written before about my own hair and my struggle to find a hairstylist who can cut it to my liking. Those posts are here and here.
Things have improved somewhat on the haircut front, and I hate to rock the boat for fear of making them worse again, so I'm pretty much just getting the same cut over and over, and trying to be thankful I have hair at all, because I don't have the face to successfully shave my head. Also, I am very, very grateful that my life is so easy that a haircut is the hardest choice I have to make.
Half-Resigned To My Awful Fate
Do I care
If my hair
Is not quite
What I like?
Yes I do
And I rue
When my cuts
Drive me nuts
Do I swear
Do I glare
Do I flare
. . . Ah, but still
It's a thrill
That my hair
Is still there . . .
But Lizzie, too, is trying to be a big girl about it.
Over to you, Delores, for a new topic, which I will post when it has been finalized.
Wishing you a good week, everyone.