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

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Senescence

Mahogany hands
Grip a mahogany cane
Old bones like dry wood


18 comments:

Brian Miller said...

love mahogany as a descriptive color...can def see it and smell it...and the brittle bones...i see him now...

Heaven said...

I like mahogany hands ~

I am also in this challenge under my real name ~

Nicholas V. said...

Beautiful!

Susie Clevenger said...

This so fit the picture...old bones like try wood...love that line

Chèvrefeuille said...

Wonderful haiku. In good balance with the photo. Thank you.

becca givens said...

Old bones like dry wood

what an image you have created!! nice ~~

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Yeah, well described!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Some say that eyes are the windows to the soul, but I think that hands, especially old ones, reveal much about the soul as well.


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wordcoaster said...

I saw lumber limbs as well--wonderfully written :)

Amber said...

Deeep! And such an apt description. Like it! :)

Karen said...

Your words paint the image perfectly.

darev2005 said...

Just gotta love haiku.

A world of meaning in a few words.

Taylor Boomer said...

live imagery, well done.

Bouncin Barb said...

Living in the south I have seen hands exactly as you've described. I've wondered what those hands have been through. Beautifully written!

Someone is Special said...

'Mahogany hands' & 'Old bones like dry wood' - Loved it so much.. :-) Thoughtful Haiku from your pen..

Someone is Special

Buddha3074 said...

Haha, love the comparison, excellent!

cloakedmonk.com said...

Those ancient hands...mahogany was the perfect word!

Brent Wescott said...

I love me a good haiku. You make it look easy.