Shameful Hands MAG

By Anne-Marie, Boston, MA

     My father’s eyes
shamefully snare the scratch
that rests on my face.
like smears upon fresh snow.
Yet he is too familiar with
the hands that carved the foul mark, and
stubborn like the roadside boulder,
he refused to cease,
etching another.




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i love this so much!

on Jul. 27 2010 at 7:26 pm
SilverLuna SILVER, _________, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.".... W.B. Yeats.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - Douglas Adams

The short poem packs a punch, it's really amazing--and as said by angel*...it's intense. Always write.

on Jan. 29 2010 at 7:26 pm
AMCLRIDCA PLATINUM, CDA, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take... but by the moments that take your breath away.

This is really good i agree that you should keep writting. You have talent.

on Jul. 21 2009 at 5:16 pm
AngelForeverBleedingLove DIAMOND, Frederic, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
You say you don't remember,
But I will never forget

This poem is really intense. Please keep writing!


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