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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, April 11, 2011

Hands


Withered hands
Pull at her sweater
Claw buttons
Uselessly
She cries tears of frustration
Nurse asks, "What hurts, hon?"


submitted for Monday One Stop Poetry Form at One Stop Poetry

9 comments:

Beachanny said...

It's just hell getting old. Yes this is a scene, another snapshot of the human condition. It's so difficult to come into someone's life at the end, to not know them at their quirkiest and best. Then you learn to love their oddities and eccentricities and they don't seem so annoying as they do at the end. Beautifully written shadorma.
Gay

Brian Miller said...

oh, i feel this one having worked in a home for the elderly before...you put me right there...

Reflections said...

Awesome capture of the moment.

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Simple words yet expressed it all in from the hands... this left me 'speechless', was torn between replying to what the nurse asked in a lighted-hearted way and soft but kind of sad way.. so give up in the end.. :)

P.S - TT is up again.. See you..

tasithoughts said...

What a moment captured...so many layers.

JP

UmaAnandane said...

Nice Shadorma! I did'nt write one..maybe I will try some time later.Cheers!

wolfsrosebud said...

Oh, you certainly know people. How touching...

Adam said...

Great words, great image, very poignant.
Thank you :)

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

"What hurts, hon?" — that question hangs in the air like the peal of a bell. Well done. You and I have both done our shadormas on the elderly and pain of aging.