Untitled by Vrinda AgrawalI look down at them often
When they lie idle in my lap
Or I bring them up, opposite my face
I turn them over
And back
Examining carefully
Observing each vein
Like tributaries of a blue river that runs through my body
I see the small scar from long ago
And the new scratch
I compare the length of each finger
And thickness
The shape of my nails
The white marks on them
A deficiency of some kind
I look at the lines on my palm
And think about what they mean
If they mean anything at all
I look down at them often
To scrutinize
To evaluate their worth
I look at them often
Because he said they are beautiful.
11/11/2008 Author's Note: Suggestions for the title are welcome
Posted on 11/11/2008 Copyright © 2024 Vrinda Agrawal
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/11/08 at 08:55 PM Totally enjoyed reading this, loving the end. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/12/08 at 06:48 AM Quite lovely. |
Posted by Emily Tong on 11/13/08 at 01:25 AM I agree with Anne.. the end is really beautiful.
welcome to pathetic.org .. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/28/09 at 01:56 AM I enjoyed this very much, and the ending added that extra depth. |
Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/12/11 at 03:22 AM Love how this flows to such a beautiful conclusion. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/12/11 at 04:50 PM I really like descriptive poems such as this. Possible titles? How about Palm Monday or Palm Wonder??? |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/15/11 at 07:57 PM yes, welcome to Pathetic. Great start...and my simple suggestion for a title is "Hands." |
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