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Hands

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 05:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



After eighty years of life,
All I have left are these hands.
You can see in their wrinkles
the pains and pleasures of my time on this planet.
On the left hand, which held my wife when were married,
and my children and grandchildren as we crossed the street,
you can see the ring that was placed there over fifty years ago.
You can see the way my finger had grown around it
and how there is no way it could ever come off now.
You can still see the scratch on my palm from the time
I brought the neighbor’s cat out of that oak
that was in front of the house we used to live in.
You can see the veins that stick out under my skin
and the small brown spots that have grown there
for the last twenty years.
On my right hand, which was in three major wars,
has killed hundreds of people, and used to
fight the drunk and the homeless for sport,
there is on each knuckle a single letter.
Beginning with my pinky and working its way in,
you can see the calligraphic s, k, u, l, and l.
That was from the second world war,
when I was a master sharpshooter
and all of the people in my squadron
would tell each other to bear some skulls
every time we went into battle.
When I got the squadron’s record for the most confirmed kills,
they pooled their money together to get me that tattoo, my battle trophy.
You can also see my scar from the time
I accidentally spilled acid on myself in college,
as well as the burn mark from when I was branded
as part of my induction into the elk lodge.
And then, you can see the veins that stick out under my skin
and the small brown spots that have grown there
for the last twenty years.




Copyright © Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-03-13 17:40:00]
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Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Wesley_Dale_Willis on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 06:09:14 PM AEST
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Very nice poem here.It tells a story and this poem also gives me ideas for a war poem I've been wanting to write.Keep up the good work.Wes...


Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 06:15:24 PM AEST
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I like your story telling style...well done. A very moving write


Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 06:18:38 PM AEST
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An excellent write .. I love your unique style ... well done... Jan




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