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My Left Hand: Blue Veins Swollen Like the Louisiana Delta…by Robert M. Katzman

My left hand
Worn and wrinkled 
Swollen blue veins like 
The Louisiana Delta
Fueling its strength
Has been burned, broken 


A bloodied fist
Held a paint brush
A hammer
A baby 
A pen 
Changed a tire 
A diaper 
Held a dog 
Wiped away tears 
Been expressive without words 
Clicked a shutter 
Unrolled a Torah
Lit candles
Offered a ring in marriage
Caressed a beautiful woman’s face 
Both in love and after she died 
Then it helped plant 
Flowers and trees


Yet when it opens 
My window shade 
Every morning 
When I look for 
Beams of warm sunlight to
Pour into me 
and 
Jolt my confused heart 
Fluttering back to life 
And I wonder
Still believing 
Still hoping 
That anything
Anything 
Remains possible

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This poem was inspired by my driving to and from Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming from Racine, Wisconsin, frequently noticing my worn and wrinkled left hand, for about 5,000 miles. I decided to turn the merry-go-round of swirling words inside my mind into a poem, so I could rest.

2 Comments »

Comment by Jim Payne

August 29, 2019 @ 6:03 pm

Bob, Your hand, your life, traveling through the album of events that photograph your life and now searching for what you hope for. You are searching.

Comment by Doris Dix Caruso

January 25, 2020 @ 9:46 am

I relate..neaaring 92. I am a novel writer and a poet. Books published. I enjoy your writing. DDC

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