Laura Leiser Poet Free verse

Hairpins

mother’s hairpins wait
patiently 
in worn, loose clumps
for her to pick through and use
over and over, night after night

it seems to be the same
she, by the bathroom counter
day after day
twirling her fine, grey hair
around thin, frail fingers 

and so expertly done, too
without a thought
her dim eyes stare
into a dim mirror that reflects
her lined, aging face
once young and beautiful

she creates curls
as she stands
alone











2/23/2022

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John Watt April 10, 2022 at 9:01 PM Laura, your words add such dignity to this commonplace act. I love your personifying the hairpins as they await the predictable movements of your mother. It may be an ordinary daily ritual, but you have introduced a philosophical pondering of aging, beauty, and loneliness. Love what you did here! Blessings ~ John Laura Leiser April 10, 2022 at 9:22 PM Thanks for reading this simple free verse, John. I want to develop my free verse into something meaningful, as we discussed at church. Looking forward to more of your insights, and thanks again for your encouragement! :)

Andrea Dietrich March 6, 2022 at 11:54 AM wow, you painted a picture that we can so easily imagine!! I love this. It's my idea of FINE free verse. Laura Leiser March 6, 2022 at 4:19 PM Thanks so much, Andrea! I’m happy you liked this one! :)

Valsa George March 5, 2022 at 11:51 PM Hi Laura....the image of your mother you have painted is so life like. I see her standing before the mirror and it reflecting her aged but graceful face ! Laura Leiser March 6, 2022 at 4:18 PM Thank you, Valsa! So happy you liked this! :)

Bill Baker March 1, 2022 at 11:43 PM Excellent job a painting a picture of habit, Laura. I could remember my mother in her old age doing the same. Hugs, Bill Laura Leiser March 3, 2022 at 3:39 PM Thank you, Bill! So happy you liked this one! :)

Kim Rodrigues February 25, 2022 at 11:58 AM Like knitting your mom does her hair without thought from years of practice. Laura Leiser February 25, 2022 at 3:24 PM Thank you, Kim! She has practiced this to perfection. Lol! :)

Mystic Rose Rose February 25, 2022 at 8:39 AM wow, I would so love to see a painting with these words dear Laura, stunning , simply stunning :) Laura Leiser February 25, 2022 at 3:23 PM Thank you, Vie! Your praise means a lot to me! :)

Swetha Vangaveti February 25, 2022 at 2:41 AM If only someone could tell so much taking as small as a word like hairpins, it's you!! Just loved the hidden philosophy! Laura Leiser February 25, 2022 at 3:22 PM Thank you, Swetha! Happy you liked this! :)

Rico Leffanta February 24, 2022 at 11:07 AM But at least she is still with you! Aloha! Laura Leiser February 24, 2022 at 11:17 AM Yes, though she lives far way. Thanks for commenting, Rico. :)

Joseph P. DiMino February 23, 2022 at 6:47 PM Yes...stand alone...in the end we must all do this, before our God, and he will say: "Silly, you were never alone." Profound write! Laura Leiser February 23, 2022 at 7:17 PM That’s very true, Joe. Mom has great faith, and loves the Lord. Interesting that you extrapolated a spiritual dimension from the ending. Thanks for commenting! :)