Hands
Earned their keep
These hands of mine
An Ode to May messily meandering maimed and misunderstood oh you monstrosity of a month Ah, yes, written during the down-of-things. The upside of May is found in Jamaica Kincaid’s book, My Garden (Book): “The month of May comes on suddenly and moves along swiftly, and each day pleasure after pleasure is flung before…
Ever listen to the weather channel?
Partly clowww deee
I hear the mechanical voice say…
My little stress relieving ditty, which should be sung to the melody of “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”. Working Girl Anthem I’ve been banging on the keyboard All the live long day I’ve been banging on the keyboard Just so for shelter and food I can pay Can’t you hear the horns a honking…
In sports, a timeout stops action to strategize the next play. During injury timeout, I find moments to marvel over the mundane.
Hasn’t this been an interesting year so far weather-wise? Will Spring ever arrive and stay? What about summer? As we wait, might as well notice what’s been interesting about it. Tree Moods Trees move me Even when downed Mystery wrapped in texture Individuals Changing with seasons The rush and robbing of light The dogs and…
Snow has many sounds Depending on the temperatures Before, during, and after Walking the paths It can be like Stepping on Rice Crispies Snap crackle pop! Squeeky Like new tennis shoes On a gym floor Or shooshy Like a slinky Coming down the stairs These days, There is an abundance Of slip and slide If…
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Fantastic! These hands have earned their keep? I love that! And your photographs are stunning – as are your hands! I often think that way about my body in general – you know, that it’s earned its keep – but specifically hands? What a lovely meditation. I loved, loved, loved this and will look at my age spotted, somewhat scarred, crepe paper textured skin hands more lovingly and appreciatively after reading this.
Your hands, poem, and photos, are beautiful. (but I do know the feeling of looking at my own hands and thinking “who’s are these?”)
Lynn