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A woman's
warm hand
cannot make
sushi.
Different,
my hands
are cold.
I make sushi
very well.
Fish-scale
fingernails
are trapped
between sad hips
and torn books.
Who
am I?
Just a
woman
whos touches
only cold rice?
And if an eye
could sigh
mine would.
Meant to comment before - I really like this.
Philipos
Thu 8th Sep 2011 22:19
This has my vote. As Win says you have an interesting perspective.
Poles apart from how I think- I love your poem for that fact. A little thing that says something.
Excellent.
My Best
Chris
<Deleted User> (6895)
Mon 5th Sep 2011 20:01
however melancholy you make it
I will gladly partake-
on one condition-it comes with-
chips! tea and a bleedin' big cake!
nice one Stell'Stef.xx
<Deleted User> (6315)
Mon 5th Sep 2011 12:12
Ah aha ha ha ha...I asked for that didn't I?
Stella, I have a plaice you might want to put your cold hands on.
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Tommy Carroll
Sat 10th Sep 2011 09:32
'cold hands- warm heart' :o)