ONE SENTENCE POEM #9: SISTER LOCKS

A hair raising poem about healing

I finished braiding my hair last night and this poem was birthed just before I finished:

Braiding my hair

with vibrancy and immortal abundance,

I let my mind flip freely

through past pages

of hair journey memories —

crook my finger in the chapter

of my dreadfully departed sister —

shock myself

with a single tear of happiness,

a gratitude for our interwoven journey,

and an emotional epiphany:

So this is what grief feels like

when it’s finally healed.

I started a series of Microflick Poems based off this Rudegal Tab Rules of Poetry I wrote:

Rule # 11 of Poetry: One sentence can be a whole poem.

Have a look back at some others I wrote if this poetry excites you.

I would love to see yuh take da challenge of creating one as well.

If you do, please tag me so I don’t miss it.

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