Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 205,818 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

The Back Of My Hand - Poem by Kelly Kurt

February is a cruel month
Too cold and forbidding in the upper mid-west
To venture outside, just for diversion
I sat in dizzying silence instead
Under fluorescent light
And studied the back of my hand

The skin seemed thirsty, dull and furrowed
The skin of an older man
Blue tributaries of veins meandered like worms
Tendons bulged and heaved with every finger twitch
Small brown spots stippled
Deep parentheses emphasized my knuckles

Scars from my youth have been stonewashed
Their memories now only abstract
I thought I knew the back of my hand
It’s been there fifty-seven years
But I never really looked at it before
Now, I know it like…..

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, life, love, memory, nature, thoughts

Comments about The Back Of My Hand by Kelly Kurt

  • Akhtar Jawad (4/24/2018 11:16:00 AM)

    And I was born in such a cruel month, but in this part of the world February is mild and pleasant. Kelly Kurt writes different poems, he has his own lovely style and the topics he selects are untouched like a virgin. (Report) Reply

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (11/30/2017 6:50:00 AM)

    This poem has so much truth in that the hand shows the age and how the life was lived. Plastic surgery can remedy the wrinkled face and the sagging body, but not the hand. It tells the truth, I think. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (7/27/2017 6:54:00 PM)

    That's a clever pun only half-stated at the end. And I needed that release into humor because honestly this poem got under my 70 year old skin and made me reel in an uncomfortable realization of age. The second stanza is brilliantly phrased and it reminds the painter Kokoschka was called THE SLICER-OPEN OF SOULS. That's the effect of your poem on me. Another way of putting this is to say; There no place left for me to hide from the goddess of aging. (Report) Reply

  • Flower Navarre (11/5/2016 8:26:00 PM)

    Very Cute! ! ! And Cleverly Done! ! ! Really Like This! ! ! Wonderfully Done! ! ! ! !
    Thank You So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! Great Ending! ! !
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    Kelly Kurt (11/7/2016 12:47:00 PM)

    You are too kind, Rebecca. Thank you

  • Seamus O Brian (9/14/2016 8:15:00 AM)

    We are all like those cylinders of wax Edison invented which recorded sound by being traced by a needle. Life traces its history upon us; we become- our scars and bruises and deformities- living petroglyphs, each soul a reservoir of living, breathing history. A single volume of the history of a life. Thank you for your meditation, I truly enjoyed it.
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    Kelly Kurt (9/14/2016 2:39:00 PM)

    What a wonderful comment. Thank you, Neal

  • Joshua Hudson (8/19/2016 2:07:00 PM)

    I really like this poem, especially the clever ending. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (8/19/2016 2:51:00 PM)

    I hoped the last line didn't come off as too cliché. Thanks, Joshua

  • (8/11/2016 12:30:00 PM)

    Enjoyed this Kelly, got me checking my hand and thinking..... (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (8/19/2016 2:50:00 PM)

    Thanks, Michael. I hope your thoughts were pleasant.

  • Raj Arumugam (8/7/2016 7:12:00 AM)

    Gave this a ten immediately, Kelly - it's meditative, and the style is so appropriately casual (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (8/7/2016 1:10:00 PM)

    Thank you, Raj. It was indeed written as stated; during an introspective, February day

  • Indira Renganathan (7/30/2016 9:57:00 AM)

    Highly descriptive and interestingly contentful....your writing style and standard is very inspiring kelly...thanks for this nice poem...thanks for your kind comment on my poem too (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (7/30/2016 12:35:00 PM)

    Thank you, Indira. I enjoy writing and reading poetry

  • Elena Sandu (7/30/2016 12:01:00 AM)

    Wow look at the line long of comments this poem got, proof that this is more than a poem.
    You started by making a connection with the nature, a cold and cruel February, month that in truth, we all need to slow down and rest, look for connection with self so that we lick and warm our all kind of hurts and pains in order to get ready for the growth that comes with spring blossom with summer and hard work with autumn. To watch, really watch my hands for me is sort of a mindfulness exercise. It makes me grateful for all that I am and opens my heart and soul helping them travel, those moments seems like time and space are melting together. This is what a great poem does, it helps people see and feel different things. Enjoyed it, thank you!
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    Kelly Kurt (7/30/2016 1:23:00 AM)

    Your thoughtful and kind comments are very appreciated, Elena. Thank you

  • (7/22/2016 11:43:00 AM)

    Now we are all checking our hands. I had a scar on the web between thumb and forefinger on my left hand.
    Someone accidentally drove a stake through it when I was about nine. It stood out for years. Now it's almost imperceptible, a slight stonewashed line. Mostly I count the scratches i get in play-fights with Mr Purry!
    It's a fascinating poem and brilliantly written, as per usual.
    Tom Billsborough
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    Kelly Kurt (7/22/2016 4:57:00 PM)

    I consider my scars as hard earned trophies, and am disappointed that the years have faded all but the large ones. Try wearing long gloves or gauntlets when playing with your cat. Unless you like scars as much as I : -)

  • Dorothy Kardas, Psy.d. Th.d. (6/26/2016 2:05:00 PM)

    Great emotive intimations as scars... stonewashed... Thanks for sharing & for commenting kindly on my piece. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (6/26/2016 4:10:00 PM)

    Some days are more introspective than others. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Dorothy

  • Dorothy Kardas, Psy.d. Th.d. (6/26/2016 1:56:00 PM)

    Great emotive intimations as scars... stonewashed... Thanks for sharing & for commenting kindly on my piece.
    God bless!
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  • (5/24/2016 5:11:00 AM)

    As I am new to the systems here, now adding this postscript for giving this one ten marks :) (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (5/24/2016 9:32:00 AM)

    Very much appreciated, Bharati. Thank you

  • (5/17/2016 12:15:00 PM)

    Liked the poem a lot, Kelly, you write really well. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (5/17/2016 2:07:00 PM)

    Thank you, Bharati. Your kind words are truly appreciated

  • Bri Edwards (3/9/2016 8:54:00 PM)

    i glanced at a few comments. seems at least one reader thinks you are writing (in part) about things higher than your hand. hmmm? i like it to be just about your HAND (back of) .

    bri :)
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    Kelly Kurt (3/9/2016 11:37:00 PM)

    The thoughts that enter the readers' minds are subjective. It was a study on said subject but considerations beyond the physical were implied.

  • Bri Edwards (3/9/2016 8:52:00 PM)

    terrific ending for those familiar with the alluded-to idiom!

    a nice journey across your hand (back of) . what body part will you write about next?

    i COULD make suggestions.

    to MyPoemList. you don't have a TV, DO YOU! ?

    bri ;) :)
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    Kelly Kurt (3/9/2016 11:34:00 PM)

    I would like to write about my pancreas, but to study it in depth would require me removing it.: -) No TV for almost a year.

  • Navod Dilhara (3/7/2016 2:57:00 AM)

    You have pretty much extraordinarily chose the metaphors and used them. Great! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (3/7/2016 2:37:00 PM)

    ~Thanks. It is hard to accurately describe feelings and metaphor fills a gap

    Kelly Kurt (3/7/2016 2:36:00 PM)

    Thanks. It is hard to accurately describe feelings and metaphor fills a gap

  • Stephen Magill (12/1/2015 12:42:00 PM)

    reflecting and lonely. clever ending. impeccably penned. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (12/1/2015 2:00:00 PM)

    Thank you for the wonderful review, Stephen

  • Shahin Latif (11/24/2015 3:05:00 PM)

    Well signed poem! You can say philosophical essence. So, Take my heartiest regard. (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (11/24/2015 8:59:00 PM)

    Thank you, Shahin. You are very kind

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, April 20, 2015

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