Oh hair, individual and follicular!
Though dead, you are a MANE attraction.
For we as humans are most particular
to positive or negative hair reactions.
Centuries long, you are ever evolving;
changing our human portrait anew.
Scientists, working long, still solving
how to keep more of you.
This chameleon changing image
(a transient gift to most)
leaves men in a saving scrimmage
desperate to model head as host.
The first change that many make
is to cut, curl, shine or color
if their image is to be replaced.
For hair changes, like no other
changes “the look” to those in haste.
Oh what men will try when hair is dying
the “comb over”, toupee (to name a few)
does not leave the women sighing
and wanting more of you.
The title “hunk” is often symbiotic
with great hair, along with other attractions.
Although styles are transient and quixotic
they are positively related to hair fraction.
Many image worshipers spend much time
on the current “creative” hairstyle craze.
Each Era thinks them quite fine
“What awesome hair” the worshiped phrase.
Hindsight twenty-twenty, generations next
find the hairstyles so adored quite ridiculous.
Of course their elders, tasteless and un-blessed
were sloppy, mundane and un-meticulous.
I fear our cultural worship of hair
(though silly, short-lived and vain)
will always be a-kin to beauteous fair;
unless left out in the rain. 🙂
For a great style, if new and rare,
no matter the time or pain;
will achieve many a copy and stare;
And that is quite insane!
It’s amazing to me how an inanimate strand of protein-collagen complex can rock our world. The glory of hair transforms self–esteem, gives iconic and succinct explanations of our day (as in “having a bad hair day”), crowns the world of fashion and Haute Couture, and supports a multi-billion dollar industry. Before cancer I had great hair. Long waves and curls, thick and cinnamon honey colored. Now, I have a thin, somewhat curly, medium brown HOT MESS! When I had great hair I did not understand the power of hair. When I had no hair I was overwhelmed by the nakedness and loss of my only beauty. Now I can sympathize with the ache of hair loss that so many men have to suffer through, even though my hair did return, though but a frail shade. My hair will never be the same, and will always remind me of my body failures. But my poem portfolio would not be complete without a nod to this ever changing obsession, set in a humorous style. I hope you can laugh with me as I strip away the universal hair craze shared with humans throughout the centuries.