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A Haircut
by Richard VincePerhaps there is some symbolism
In the fact that I had
My hair cut the day you left.
It could be a metaphor for
The feeling that your brief
Incursion into my life washed
Away all the sediment that
Built up around me as though
I were a stationary rock in
A fast flowing river.
Or it might be related to
My emergence from the shadow valley
Of potentially ruinous feelings
Onto the sunlit plateau of friendship
As a renewed person with a reacquired eye
For the beautiful things that
Surround me always.
Maybe I just feel that I can
Let myself emerge from behind
The curtains that were gradually
Beginning to obscure my face
And show myself to people again.
All these things are true, yet
I doubt that they are really
Connected with the timing of
A routine happening in my life
That I was too busy to undertake
Until you went home.
And now a piece of my heart
Resides in a city I really don't
Know at all, cut away like
The chunks of hair that I lost
Forever yesterday, until you
Return to my town after I leave
To live a different life for a while.
The splinters of our hearts are like
The shards of glittering glass
That litter the night sky:
Always shifting into new patterns,
And spread much further than
They look from where we stand,
Never to become one until
Everything returns to one place.
It is an odd coincidence that
Such things are mentioned in
A song that I think will
Now remind me of you, always,
But you and I know that
Coincidences do not happen,
And that everything is going
Just the way it should...
Even the timing of my haircut. 06/08/2003 Posted on 06/12/2003
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 06/14/03 at 06:59 PM Lovely and sad bit of introspection... I once had a friend who always cut her hair after something she wanted to forget happened. Like the memories went with it... ~Nita |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 06/15/03 at 02:43 AM I cut my hair cut when my Dad died. It was probably a foot long, then cut so short I looked like a boy. As it grew from there it reminded me of how much I healed over time. |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 06/21/03 at 12:32 AM Wow this is a very beautiful piece. I remember chopping my hair after my grandfather passed away. This reminded me rather disturbingly of that. As far as there being no coincidences I have to agree, everything happens for a reason even if we can't see it at that moment. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/15/03 at 06:41 PM Powerful observation on life stated with just a slight understatement that really makes it in many ways speak louder to the reader. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/24/04 at 06:14 PM Ya, it's just a haircut, right? But our hair holds so much of our spirit. At least that was what I was taught growing up. I don't like to cut my hair, but then that's clearly a woman's perogative and not so clearly a man's. I'm glad you visited my library and read about my guy's hair, which in turn made me come here and ingest this gem. *grinning stupidly* I need to take a weekend and really go through your library, I love so much of what I've read so far! |
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