Today’s prompt for Writer’s Digest Poetic Asides poem-a-day challenge is to write a farewell poem. It’s tough to say goodbye, especially when one is feeling dead tired. But I gave it a shot. And so endeth a very interesting month for me. I discovered I can write poems, some good, some yawn, some frustrating to form, some flowing from the pen, some surprising me at the end. It’s been good.
“Hands”
Hands, those appendages at the end of our arms,
full of nerves and muscles and vessels,
they declare our sussurations outwards.
They grow from pudgy and clenched
to long and lean;
they heal by touch and stroke;
they caress the loved one’s skin and
hold with love the child within;
they whisper comfort and slap awake;
they applaud and pump and do create.
And today they wave farewell.
Farewell.
