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.
smiles….very cool…i love a nice braid…the simple artistry of it…i like the nod too from the generations…
smiles….very cool…i love a nice braid…the simple artistry of it…i like the nod too from the generations…
thanks Brian. super simple poem for sure 🙂 need to go braid my hair now… ha.
thanks Brian. super simple poem for sure 🙂 need to go braid my hair now… ha.
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
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
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!
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!
lovely! What a killer last line!
lovely! What a killer last line!
thank you guys~ appreciate the warm comments.
thank you guys~ appreciate the warm comments.
Poetry by JC Snyder 
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