Five fingers and five nails
Each painted different
Each with an own face
That's how her hand is
The thumb is red
there to hold tight
For whatever she is
too afraid to slip
The index is green
it shows me the light
For where I must stop
and where I can go
The middle is black
it tells what to hate
Who that I trust
and who to despise
The next wears a ring
it binds love 'till death
For better and worse
whatever the curse
The last one is pink
it shows the fragile
When I must bow down
to catch any fall
A contest entry
- simple contest by Avendesora Dreamer.
700 points, ended September 1, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hmmm...I think I got a little lost with this one...who has a hand that is so many different colors? or are these the colors you see in your head? I don't really know or really expect and answer, just saying what I think about as I read
thanks for the entry!
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