Posted: April 24, 2018 in thought stream

At dverse Kim has asked us to write poem about something in us ~ body or trait ~ that was evident in either parent.

Whipcord veins
layered over
layered under
parchment skin.
Thin vice-grip
fingers, almost
perfect nails.
I have your
tiny gold
cigarette case,
your family
photo albums,
your hands.

Most of all
your hands.


  1. kim881 says:

    Hi Paul! The hands give a lot away and they are inherited. I have the hands of my mum and grandmother – older-looking than the rest of me, or so I’ve been told! I love the expression ‘whipcord veins’ and the repetition of hands, like they’re patting the words into place. :).

  2. I love the hands… including even the watch… and I love how you address the poem directly to your father… excellent take…

  3. Waltermarks says:

    The “whip cord veins”, speaks to me of powerful, dexterous hands. That and the thin vice like fingers

  4. Willow says:

    Wow. This is really gorgeous. I just keep reading it over and over; I’m mesmerized.

  5. lynn__ says:

    I love the detailed description of her/your hands!

  6. I was attracted to my husbands hands when I first met him… among other things 🙂

  7. Jo says:

    I love the ‘whip cord veins’ description of her and your hands.

  8. This is such a beautiful piece of poetry. I liked it all it was so wistful in its rememberences.

  9. The hands, hanging on. Good poem.

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