Poetry

The Wooden Hand

flower-hands-man-wood-poem

There was something
in the way
he held
the flowers—
as if he
was ready
to give them,
but thought otherwise.

Discover Challenge’s Blogging the Senses.

P.S. I’m not really sure if this post appeals to at least one of the senses (though it somehow did to me), so if it does, tell me so. I would love to hear what you think!

 

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