Longing for Locks

Longing for Locks

A Poem by Geralyn Miller

Tonight I am feeling forlorn,

Because I miss my long hair.

I know it is foolish,

but I miss the way the tendrils

cascaded down my back

the ends tickling the ankles curve.

My head feels unhappily light,

relieved of the weight of years.

I know it had to go,

my hair tangled in the wheels

of my wheelchair,

wrapped around the crutches

I rely upon,

so the sacrifice was made

hair cut to shoulderblade.

 

Even though some years have passed,

there are days

I still miss my hair.

© 2011 Geralyn Miller


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I felt such a longing here... looking back for that which brought comfort and joy... something that was a part of yesterday... Beautiful, bittersweet reflections.

Posted 13 Years Ago


It is amazing how much lighter one feels after getting a major hair cut! Hair does become part of our identity and I understand how you would miss it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"My head feels unhappily light" :) lovely line
i don't find as foolish the fact that one would miss their hair - especially when we're talking about such a beauty you describe here.

Posted 13 Years Ago


hair is a very sensual accessory that is said to make one feel more feminine and be perceived that way ~ you have expressed the longing eloquently ~ i can relate to the line "My head feels unhappily light, relieved of the weight of years.



Posted 13 Years Ago



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Geralyn Miller
Geralyn Miller

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I was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..

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