Aria Siren
Poems by Aria Siren : 3 / 53
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
Aria Siren
Submitted: Thursday, September 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 07, 2012
Poems by Aria Siren : 3 / 53
Poet's Notes about The Poem
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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A clever use of image to reveal an essence we all share.
This s a very heart warming poem. I can truly say an Amen! to this piece of work.
Short but well penned. Thanks.
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!