knuckles (20160720)

Posted on July 20, 2016July 20, 2016 by crow

these hands hurt
when the knuckles squeeze
together

like old, emaciated hobos
hugging
all bones and angles

but in the clay
they feel nothing
but the clay

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15 thoughts on “knuckles (20160720)”

Dead Donovan July 20, 201610:07 pm

Play doh?
piano warm July 20, 201610:48 pm

Kick-ass poetry, man. This is fantastic.
1. Crow July 21, 20165:01 am
  
  Thanks!
onecarriage July 20, 201610:51 pm

I like the earthiness of this one.
1. Crow July 21, 20165:02 am
  
  Thank you.
BRH July 21, 20164:26 am

I’ve got a horrible image in my head now from Ghost. I love the rest, but why’d you have to mention clay?
1. Crow July 21, 20165:03 am
  
  Ha ha ha. Sorry about that. Collateral damage.
Poet Rummager July 23, 20166:09 am

Do you make pottery or sculptures?
1. Crow July 23, 20166:29 am
  
  Sculpture, although I’m still very new to it. Been doing almost a year now.
  1. Poet Rummager July 23, 20166:39 am
    
    Really?! How cool! Will you post pics please?
  2. Crow July 23, 20166:45 am
    
    Maybe…
  3. Poet Rummager July 23, 20166:47 am
    
    Whateva…
merrildsmith July 24, 20163:59 pm

“like old, emaciated hobos
hugging”
Great line. The sculpting must be very therapeutic–body and mind.
1. Crow July 24, 20164:41 pm
  
  Certainly for the mind. It’s about three hours for the class once a week and then I spend about the same amount of time one day of the weekend. The time literally flies by.
  1. merrildsmith July 24, 20164:49 pm
    
    🙂

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