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Glass enclosure confines
The steam,
Water and steam meet to warm
The body.
Don’t break the seal of the door . . . yet.
Reach for draped towel
To
Whisk away wetness,
Now dry, it’s safe to open
The door.
Cool air
Allowed to explore exposed skin.
There it is!
A hair
Lands
On
The shoulder.
A single strand
Irritates.
Hands brush it away,
Quickly!
Sunlight reveals
Hair floating
Like fall leaves
Settling on the floor.
A final blast
Sends
More
Strands
On
Their
Way
What’s that prickling
The neck?
A new battle begins.
It’s a wonder
Any hair
Remains attached.
Hair, ICK!!!!!!
Kudos for word painting (literally and figuratively!) such an annoying problem.
A poem about the shower and hair, what an interesting topic today.
I love the contrast between the bliss of the shower and the annoyance of the hair! I HATE stray hairs, and they’re everywhere!!! So fun! I always love your playful perspective!
I always enjoy your poems. This one made me smile. To be so nice and toasty in the shower and then have to open the door into the cold. Brrrrrrr And then…that darned stray hair!
Elsie,
You captured the moments one gets out of the shower so perfectly. Your poem cracked me up! I too deal with the loose hair issue also and you shared my feelings exactly!
I can hardly stand the fact that the hair is always there. No matter what! Floor, shower wall, mirror, behind the door, UGH! I feel your pain.
There’s nothing worse than hair in the bathroom. Well, hair in your mouth is right up there, but hair in the bathroom just never goes away. Thanks for the laughter. Brought back memories of showering after my sisters.
Word by word, you painted the scene!!! What a fun slice of life we all can relate to!
Very good descriptive poem!
Hee hee! What a fun poem! Loved all the crafting you did to it to really tell the story. Quit worrying about the hair. I know someone who has a wig you could use if it ever gets too bad. 🙂
Great opening lines here. I was sitting in the steam with you. I love how the words tilt down and mimic the falling hair! What a nuisance hair can be, and clearly what humor can be made in those moments!
Too funny Elsie! This sounds like my very thoughts every time I shower . . . they say an average person loses 50-100 can be up to150 stands of hair a day! Some days I find I want to count them, it’s sort of scary!
I loved the way you played with white space here, Elsie – and the careful positioning of well chosen words.
Oh, that blast of air! Don’t open the door.
I smiled at those lines.
The annoyance of hair.
Love your poetry.
It is those “little” things that annoy more than we’d like. Love seeing you share a poem, Elsie! And love the way you designed it, bit by bit!
A fun piece. I have stopped counting the hairs that fall out. Seems there are more in the drain than on my head.
Definitely a different annoyance than I expected. Loved your formatting, use of color, and bold words.
Thanks for this fun Friday poem, and for describing so well a probably almost-universal shower experience.
A delightfully “intimate” invitation to join you in the shower! And, yes, it is a wonder any hair is still attached. That day, too, will come….. Sigh.
This could be subtitled: The “Joys” of Womanhood. Such an annoyance is right. For something that is a part of our body, they really exist almost completely on their own. I love how you made this a playful, teasing, twisted kind of problem. It brought light and made it like a dance. Very nicely done. I love when you are a poet.