Little Miss Homo Sapien's Cave

For a little Gratitude

Take a look

at these hands

that made you:

dry and shrivelled,

but enduring and

patient as a flower

pressed in a book.

And so even long after

the phalanges

of these hands

have become wooden

and unbending

to the wind whispering

from the trees

and the secrets

that are whimpering,

I’d remain

holding on–

wooden and unbending,

for a little



4 responses

  1. Great poem here.
    It’s interesting how it’s all against the right side of the page.
    I presume that was part of the effect for the poem.
    I enjoyed reading this

    28/12/2010 at 10:15

    • Thanks 🙂

      Usually I like things that are “left” but in the case of my poetry I like them “right”.

      28/12/2010 at 11:06

  2. A beautiful poem.

    29/12/2010 at 04:58

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