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My Hands

I looked at them today,

really looked at them,

the backs are rough

 

terrain, with converging  

blue roads leading

nowhere, fingers are

 

off ramps into the past,

present and with any luck,

a bright future.

 

There are a few scars

looking like quick and

shoddy repairs.

 

Oh the things these digits have

done, places traveled,

mysteries unraveled and then

 

there are the delicate caresses

given and many more

I hope to come.

 

Love and life have

slipped through these

fingers more than once and

 

unfortunately, death

has left stains, with memories

never to be washed away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Grunts Girl
    June 22
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    I think this is one of my favorites by you.
    A life held within the lines of fingers and worn skin

  • iansawicki gold member
    June 17

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    a good poem, ah how many times do we stop and notice the smaller things in life? we take our hands for granted, we hardly ever spoil them or look at them. well, some do, but not many. i have some poems that relate to hands though they are not posted here anymore, i like the direction you have ventured into here with this thought. a good ending - summing up. there are all manner of things we let slip, though death is one that sticks.


  • castaway-poet
    June 6

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    Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!

    Wow! Your style here is mezmerizing! You have really captured me in this one! My, you have deveoped in your writing! Wonderful MJ! I loved it! Captivating, with punch at the end! Very nice.
    Castaway


  • myrataal silver member
    May 24

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    For the deeds of the hands ...

    there are: soft calamine, and Mercy, and Rose Water. For the yearning soul, there is a Cross, carried by a fragile Man, bruised and battered and rejected for naught. For the wounded heart, there is Love divine, held in cupped Hands as a living fountain, to quench eternal thirst; for the eyes there is Beautiful Truth, to wash sight of memories and to bring new Vistas of Hope.

    I loved your poem. It showed a heart, shielded by Life all along in this war called life ....

    Thank you for reading my work. I truly appreciate it.

    Blessed be.
    Myra


  • Gwenevere
    May 24

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    This is an excellent write and very original.Packed full of imagery.Your fingers have written an excellent poem, Ros


  • Mrs.Keizor
    May 15

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    You have such a beautifully refined sense and style of writing, which is one of the many reasons you are in my favorites ... I loved how you described your hands, and its refreshing to read your work each and everytime Sara

  • rat13
    May 15
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    i liked that alot
    and you have won lots and lots of tropies
    nice work


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    May 1

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    Those things that move across our palms are memories of touch, and there, beneath cool watered cleanse are wrists ducking death's clutch...

    This is quite beautiful. The life of our hands is a story in itself. Nice work here. ~Pamela

  • junepotter46
    April 30
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    wow..i loved this write.. great..xxx


  • rhondasail
    April 23

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    Soulful write...full of life! So positive and vigorous...just a simple 'taking stock' of the 'condition of the craft', as my hubby puts it...I like your assessment. You have strong hands and a warm heart, judging by this write.. Peace, Rhonda


  • Sylvyrwyng silver member
    April 22
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    Now this piece is just down right teasing hon...

  • LiMarie silver member
    April 11

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    Wonderful meter,and I love the pensiveness of this poem..beautiful imagery too, feel like I can see your hands! Have a good weekend sugar!

  • ardentMarch gold member
    March 25

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    Mj - this is definately one to be proud of.
    excellent poetry..wonderful metaphor & emotion...

    I love this poem.....


  • Layne..
    March 15

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    AMAZING, every line was better than the last, I cant pick out a favorite because I am in Love with this entire piece

  • Loves Inscriptions silver member
    March 14

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    quoting you;
    'Love and life have
    slipped through these
    fingers more than once and


    unfortunately, death
    has left stains, with memories
    never to be washed away.'

    hey, man I couldn't of said it better!

    's


  • Auburn Sunrise gold member
    March 13

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    simply stunning!

    This was such a pleasant surprise, as it was not at all what I expected (not sure what I had in mind when I clicked on this - I mean, you never disappoint).
    Anyway, I love how you take us on a journey through your descriptions of your hands' actual physical appearance, and then descriptions of where they have been - ending on the haunting note of the deaths they have either witnessed or participated in, but also contrasting that with the lines before that speak of caresses.
    I love the sound of the fifth stanza, with "traveled" and "unraveled" - superbly written!

    You are a poetic genius, my dear!!!
    I LOVE IT!


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    March 13

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    Wow fantastic MJ! You have lived life to the fullest by the sounds and many more years to come!

    Made me look at my own hands... and the scars on my palm reminded me of how very fragile life is....

    Deep and wonderful piece


  • adsaige gold member
    March 13

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    what an amazing piece. you always
    write works that catch me off
    guard with a quiet but evident
    wisdom.

    bloody brilliant.

  • ShellyoConnor
    March 13
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    Excellent!!!


  • mzmikki silver member
    March 13
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    Wonderful!!

    Wow this was really beautiful!!!


  • Faithbound gold member
    March 13

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    I love your free verse. It flows well and your line breaks are always where they should be. You don't place extra, bulky words within and I can flow through them as I should.


  • x-Black-Butterfly-x Greeters member
    March 13

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    hands are beautiful in a way because they go through alot to help, type, express and say things that we can't. you have presented so much here daddy and as you can tell left me thinking. love you daddy


  • Margaret Denham gold member
    March 13

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    Your hands have served you well if they have done so much and I pray you have many more years for them to caress and grasp at life.



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