She is thin-skinned in every regard,
her hand’s milky pulse palpable,
visible where the veins protrude.
When she was a child, fingers broke
and, like other injuries, never healed
so now the bone is taking a detour
to form a curved, erratic talon
subconsciously clutching at the life
that her soul can no longer grip.
A contest entry
- Wanted: Free Verse rich in metaphor by BellaD.
950 points, ended August 1, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I may not see it in thae way your words are meant to be. But I see my mom, bent and broken at a young age. Life and it's sadness. Why?
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I get the feel this has nothing to do with someone's mother instead the writers own agony. Though things at times look lost and bleek I know things can be changed especially by such a beautiful and brilliant person like yourself anna *kisses and love*
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Wow! A very succinct and powerful poem. Love the last stanza. Thank you for entering.
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This is very powerful. It makes me study my own hands, as I sit here, two-fingered typing.
I thought you might already know The Old Fools, by Philip Larkin. If not, here's a link to it, you'll need to scroll down a bit. Larkin never impressed me as a happy man, but you've got to admire the power of his words
http://tomeemayeepa.wordpress.com/2006/09/15/poems-by-philip-larkin/
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