artist's hands

artist's hands

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam

just like most things
my heartbreak 
looked so disturbingly
beautiful
held in the curvature
of your fingers. 

at least, you
were holding me. 

© 2013 Dana Alsamsam


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You captured so much depth in just a few lines. I enjoyed this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow...you captured all the heartbreaks in my life in 8 incredible lines.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


Holy Dana, this one wraps around the heart in a darkly manner. So few words that scream on the page. Well pen'd!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Oh wow! This is wonderful Dana, really top notch writing! x

Posted 11 Years Ago


Terse and beautiful. Loved it :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow simple but yet you say everything with those few words, emotional and beautiful. Loved it :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I feel the pain of resignation here...it's all too real, but so beautifully put...well done my friend :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I get the softest hint that this is your reaction to a painted image of you ...but I am often wrong, as you know, Dana! In any case, a fine cameo piece. P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful...I've written about artist's hands before (I'm a hand junkie...lol). I love this concept, because sometimes even the ugliest of things look beautiful in the hands that we love so deeply. Bittersweet...the light and the dark of it, the hard and the soft.

held in the curvature
of your fingers. -- these lines make me swoon...in terms of my hand fetish, that is :)

Well, done, Dana!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ooooh such images you describe. The small graces that but for a keen observer would be washed away by the same tears that flood ones heart when love is lost. Great stuff Dana.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on August 9, 2013
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Tags: heart break, artist, hands, heart, fingers, depressed, sad, love

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Dana Alsamsam
Dana Alsamsam

Chicago, IL



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"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..

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