Her Hands

Her Hands

A Poem by Nymphadora
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a poem for jessyenane.

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Hands so coarse and rough are yours undeniably,
Embarrassment they carry, often, would you say,
But whisper and put in the picture the truth, I may?
Reasons in writing these are then stated accordingly.

 

You hum and whine about those, thus and thus:
“Don’t grasp my palm, please beloved dear lass!”
Then, to follow I will do to avoid certain clash,
But, from I, those hands are of splendid dash.

Those hands are there to box my plucky foe,
To strike me once I’m so ill-disciplined they also do,
What more? In doing my odd jobs they’re at times on go,
Still, scores of bits and pieces are in there for me to cite to.

Those palms are solely unique, should you agree?
Palms so textured yet so surely extraordinary,
My friend, hopefully, may you perceive its beauty,
For it impairs to spot a pal degrading her own in me.

 

© 2008 Nymphadora


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Nymphadora
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Soulful poem about character in the hand.

I appreciate reading about this kind of empathy, the unglamorous beauty of work and character.

Your lines are intriguingly structured. Thanks for sharing this humanely eloquent poem.


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Nymphadora
Nymphadora

iloilo, Philippines



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A mere mortal living in the vast earthly space, nymphadora. Lays in me is a strong spirit, willed and never tormented. I write to achieve my ideals. If i cant reach my aspirations by grasping what rea.. more..

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