Silk-NaPoWriMo-Day 11 

As smooth as water falling

Drifting downward to its end

Pooling below

Ever moving,

Flowing.

Sliding through hands like crystal raindrops

Fingers weaving in and out

Cool and smooth

Colors of nature

In mist a shade of grey.

Silver slices through cleanly

The snip and clip shorn smooth

Flesh uncovered, 

rounded rightly by mothers hands at birth

Naked splendor.

Years passing

Shifting brown to silver hues threaded through

Silk strands run down into a soft pile

Pooled at the feet

Pushed aside and forgotten.

Once given freely now returned whole,

Supple braid hangs proudly.

Cancer not allowed to win.

Thoughts on how when young my hair has changed, self induced and nature induced, woven with grey. Shaved completely bald by choice when cancer struck and refused to cover my round orb of a head. Now grown back in, brown still streaked with silver, wrapped into a braid….memories for this piece.

And now for today’s (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. I think of the “surprise” ending to this James Wright Poem as a model for the effect I’m hoping you’ll achieve. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing!