Just felt like writing this one. No real reason though.
These hands of mine are rough and rugged They can Protect or destroy They can create works of Joy These hands of mine are dangerous in every way They are tools to break hearts They are tools of war They write lovely poetry They make wonderful motions These hands of mine can cause a lot of joy These hands of mine aren't meant to be a toy They incite ones to suicide They conduct melodies with my bride These hands of mine have committed many crimes They can batter to protect my pride They can make anyone cry These hands of mine aren't meant for you Not even for me These hands of mine have helped me cheat What can I say I use my hands everyday Won't you come and see That these hands of mine are unique
This is a great piece on the versatility of hands. I found the "Not even for me" line interesting because if your hands aren't meant for me or you, who are they meant for? Also, I liked the "What can I say I use my hands everyday" line because it rhymes and is amusing in its own right. I should certainly hope so.
I love the way you presented your poem at the beginning,
"These hands of mine are rough and rugged
They can Protect or destroy
They can create works of Joy
These hands of mine are dangerous in every way"
It showed vividly how your hands are,
and really set it up nicely
I think you should cut out the last line though,
we know your hands are unique because you have described them so well,
that and I think the line
"Won't you come and see"
would leave the reader with a nice thoughtful ending.
Just an idea though!
You know what else you use everyday? Your mouth, but it wouldn't be possible without your brain to tell you what to do or your heart beating.
Yeah I know, random, but it felt smart until I typed it. I like it, it made me think and Iike it.
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