March SOLC–Day 11
This poem was my attempt to have a bit of fun with one of the less than appealing symptoms of aging. (If you’re under 35 and/or male, you may not be able to relate.)
The Battle
There once was a hair on my chin
undetected when first it grew in
I noticed it there
Adrift in the air
And yanked it out with great chagrin.
Another one grew on my cheek.
(It happened in less than a week!)
I pulled that one too
without great ado
But with a full bellicose shriek.
It’s said that in some far-flung places
Facial hair adorns women’s faces
But I can’t sport a ‘stache
with elan or panache
I vow to remove any traces.
My tweezers now flash through the air
Extracting each invading hair
There is not a thing cute
’bout my face so hirsute
I battle with growing despair.
Each day my reflection as mirrored
Shows renegade hairs have appeared
My expression is grim
As I tweeze and I trim
Not resigned to displaying a beard.
I continue the gods to implore
to vanquish these whiskers galore
They’re more apt to dispatch
A peach-fuzzy soul patch
I win battles but never the war.
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
For more poetry got to Poetry Friday Roundup at Irene Latham’s blog, Live Your Poem.
You are a very talented poet! My friend keeps tweezers in her car because she says you get the best natural light there and you have a handy mirror! 🙂
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Well done, you. Ordinarily I’m not a fan of rhyming, but you didn’t sacrifice one bit of sense for sound!
P.S. I too remember my first chin hair. Oh my.
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Be glad you can still SEE those chin hairs, dearie. 🙂
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I loved your poem, but I loved the comments as well! I keep tweezers in the car, and am sure I’ve grossed out some passers by but…what can I do? they’s got to come off! 😉 well done!
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Great rhymes! “‘stache” and “panache” are my favorites.
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A very clever poem that made me chuckle. I’m glad I haven’t enter this war yet but if I do I’m sure I’ll remember your poem.
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Great word choice!
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Absolutely delightful and funny poem that I can relate to quite easily.
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How funny! Luckily, growing older creeps up slowly.
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Love that you found humor in this losing battle, Molly. Why didn’t anyone ever tell us this would be part of our morning routine?
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Thanks for the smile today. Enjoyed your clever poem — aging and all that comes with it is inevitable, but humor helps a lot :).
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Such a lesson for us all to learn, to laugh at what we struggle to control. Love those ‘flashing tweezers’.
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Wow what a poem! It’s inspiring that you kept adding to it and tinkering with it to make it perfect. Yes I remember my first chin hair too- actually my boyfriend(now husband) pointed it out to me. I feel like my experience would have a totally new stanza.
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HA! I just attacked some hairs yesterday! (I’m sure there are more today, but I’m choosing not to look!) I, too, adore your rhymes. My favorite is cute/hirsute!
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Oh yes, keep those tweezers handy. Next comes uncontrollable nose hair. It’s like shafts of wheat.
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I never have chin hair. NEVER! I will never admit it! I mean…. LOL
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