Emulation of "13 ways of looking at a blackbird"

13 ways of looking at a hand

I
Out of the corner of your eye
you see the movement
of many hands.

II
A hand alone
is complete.
Two hands intertwined
are complete.

III
Of all the parts of your body,
your hands
pledge to help you the most.

IV
A ballet dance.
Graceful hands.

V
The fire is crackling
and he stretches out
his feet and hands
to warm them from the cold.

VI
You look at them close up --
hands are so big.
Look up.
See the stars and moon.
how big are those specks of pink
now?

VII
Her hands with tapered pale nails,
settled on her lap
as though they were not there.

VIII
The child clutches his blankets to his chin,
terrified
that the shadows dancing on the wall
will reach out with spindly hands
and capture him.

IX
Behind the screen, the movement of a hand
twirls purposefully.

X
Long arm,
gently bent at the elbow,
thinning into wrist
with a strong hand at the end.

XI
Do you not see
the war veterans
without arms?
Without arms they have no hands.

XII
The man takes her hand
and lightly brushes his lips
across her fingers.

XIII
In the loneliness of an empty room,
the only absence
is of dancing hands.

GAH

Oh my gosh, where has the time gone? I actually haven't written much lately, just a few poems that I don't have with me at the moment. Update ASAP. I am working on something that came ot me today, though.

Perhaps the rain falls too lightly

alighting on curly red hair...

Poem 18

Misinformed Writers

Nobody really feels

quite that way.

Nobody really has

a hole through their chest

a pit in their stomach.

Those are just silly words

for silly writers

While the real

flesh and blood and heart people

think they must be wrong --

instead of those misinformed

writers

Poem 17

Mental Masochist

It's probably my weakness.
I can never help myself
if it means hurting another.
I just let them assume
and be human
While silently killing myself
so that they will not be injured.

Poem 16

When I am in your arms

When I am in your arms
I am simply nerves and lungs and heart
My heart beating soveryfast
in my chest
My lungs to match you
with each perfect breath,
two joined as one
And my nerves
all of them to feel you
right here next to me.
I simply melt into you.
I would be nothing
without you nearby.

Poem 15

Our Story

It's not his story.
He was wounded from the start,
Vulnerable from his words.

It's not her story.
She tried to ignore the truth,
And became more hurt than healed.

It's not their story.
They never really cared at the start,
So how could the end have been different?

No, it's our story.
The last two people thought of,
Stepping together first.

Our lovely story,
Where everything that's been solved
Is meant to last a lifetime.

Poem 14

Dust

She stops.

She really thought I knew.

When did it change?

I told him everything

those things I wouldn't tell you

and we always had fun

always talked always laughed

So it must be on purpose now

how he's run away

run to you

leaving me in his dust

Everyone says time heals

but I know he'll never be back.

I may see that smile of his

but it's always because of you.

If he missed me

he would respond.