Back Of My Hand Poem by Evelyn Norcott
Back Of My Hand
Rating: ★5.0
A porcelain cage of flesh
The ligaments dance beneath it
The surface turned red in the cold
I wake with new scratches
And the faded old
Reminders of forgotten things
Jokes, memories, and names
Always changing, fading, replacing
So if even my hand is not a constant
How am I supposed to know you?
Friday, March 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: change,love,realisation,relationships,unknown
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5/8/2024 6:31:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You wake with new scratches of love and life. This is really very brilliant. The surface turns red and cold. This is really very brilliant poem...10