Treasure Island

Aria Siren


A Prayer


Thick skinned hands peeling like potatoes
If I...
Pull them back
Slowly remove these layers
Of dirty skin
Smelling of earth and rain and sage
I find the sin
The damp unlit room
Covered over by palms tight
Clasped in the middle
Hidden in the folds
Of those hands

Submitted: Thursday, September 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 07, 2012

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A challenge from another poet to base a poem around something simple and unpoetic: a potato. The whole poem stemmed from that first line.

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  • Patricia Grantham (3/14/2013 5:00:00 PM)

    This s a very heart warming poem. I can truly say an Amen! to this piece of work.
    Short but well penned. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Yuliy Valenko (2/19/2013 9:40:00 AM)

    The poem tends to bend towards the consiousness of the Spirit of grace in you? With the body, old and experienced in a warm life of mercy. Rough but not bitter, even a cooked potato.. haha! (Report) Reply

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