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I always loved his hands
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2011
His hands have stayed the same
Still sturdy
Still strong
Though now they are worn and aged
Covered in thick black grease
They are still the hands that once loved me
Touched me
Ran down my arms around his neck as we hugged
Memorised the curves of my hips
They are still the same hands that brushed my hair from my face
Whipped tears from my eyes
The shame hands that once handed me a shard of glass
Emotional death
His hands have stayed the same
Still sturdy
Still strong
They have not changed
Though their actions have
Good poem! Good depth and
Good poem! Good depth and ambiguous enough that the reader is left pondering events, encouraging rereads. Love it!
:) thank you
:) thank you
Much Love
Ashley
Beautiful, poignant, powerful!
I love the contrast between the beginning of the poem and the end. Hands can heal and the same hands can also kill, even if it is only emotional death. By the way, did you mean "The same hands that once handed..." rather than "The shame hands..."? A good poem!
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Thank you
:) thank you for your kind words. I agree hands can either heal or ound, or sometimes, both (depending on the hands that is). They also tell you so much about a person. I tend to be a sucker for hands, they have been known to make me fall in-love with people and such :)
Much Love
Ashley