Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Hands of Life


I wash my hands
in the days
And the years slip
between my fingers
Leaving them clean
except for bits of weeks
Under my nails that
are hard to get out,
hard to forget

Life has left them
hard and cracked
Scared and scaled
mangled and crushed

And so are my hands

Submitted: Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

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  • * Sunprincess * (11/8/2012 9:03:00 PM)

    excellent imagery..sure these hands have caught alot of fish
    and maybe a mermaid or two..fabulous.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (8/23/2012 4:43:00 PM)

    A beautiful piece which whenever hands like these are mentioned i consider the farming communities of years long gone.. nostalgia oozes from this write (Report) Reply

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