Poem on... Hair around the House

My Little Reminders

By Joseph J. Bianco

I awoke to peaceful rays through windows bright in the morning light, yawning as I wiped eyes and rubbed bearded chin. To my surprise and your chagrin I pulled from the whiskers a long rich strand of hair so delicately thin.

I attended class and listened intently and became lost in lectures evidently until I glanced upon my lapel. At the strike of the bell I saw you there falling down toward the ground, gliding so slowly and resting as if you had planned to meet me therein.

Then at the pleasant lunch bower between pickles sour and smoked turkey on rye,

I chewed and munched and felt the slight crunch as I pulled a long strand from betwixt my teeth and bid your dear hair a goodbye.

“Well three is a lot” to myself I had thought, “So many a hair before the noon time ends” and as I pondered in air and into nothing did stare, I was interrupted to share my thinking space there with a rich dark black, beautiful hair.

How long and fair and dark was this hair as my eyes glared on it floating without a care and how I wished in that space to erase all the waste that bogs one into the sloughs of despair.

Through long-winded pondering and my mind lost in wondering I looked out the window at the sun’s setting gleam. Darkness was draping the earth in black casing and then I felt lonely and lost in a dream.

And as the last of the sun set gently thereon the edge of the window, her last liquid beam; in her light kinder, shown my little reminder and my heart grew with love it did seem. I no longer felt lonely and smiled as if only you sat there and shared this moment with me. 

So now I do hope to find a little black rope in the corner or under a book or in beard. They remind me of time with you reading through rhyme as my fingers did climb and stroked your black hair. But my dear please believe me as I say this uneasy, I have more than enough to share.