Braiding

We, with long fingers and
deft movements,
tame freshly washed hair
into three equal parts.

Without thought,
strands become one,
twisting over and
over to fall gently down
a smooth bare back

in the mirror,
we turn, preening-
smooth the sides
stroke the length of braid.
Ghostly generations
nod approval.

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12 Comments

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12 responses to “Braiding

  1. smiles….very cool…i love a nice braid…the simple artistry of it…i like the nod too from the generations…

  2. smiles….very cool…i love a nice braid…the simple artistry of it…i like the nod too from the generations…

  3. thanks Brian. super simple poem for sure 🙂 need to go braid my hair now… ha.

  4. thanks Brian. super simple poem for sure 🙂 need to go braid my hair now… ha.

  5. I spent many hours braiding my daughters' hair as I am sure they have done with friends, and will with their children–lovely, lovely write

  6. I spent many hours braiding my daughters' hair as I am sure they have done with friends, and will with their children–lovely, lovely write

  7. Beautiful hair on a bareback is a very nice image. The braid is kool too, the simplicy of unity, its beauty, its strength. Very nice!

  8. Beautiful hair on a bareback is a very nice image. The braid is kool too, the simplicy of unity, its beauty, its strength. Very nice!

  9. lovely! What a killer last line!

  10. lovely! What a killer last line!

  11. thank you guys~ appreciate the warm comments.

  12. thank you guys~ appreciate the warm comments.

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