Dry and cracked hands
hold the connection between
paper and heart
paint and mind.
Dry and cracked hands
spent many years pulling weeds
with perfect precision
and tender touch
only to sit at a table
and grow weeds.
The walls are lined with paper
canvases and wooden boards
Each tell their own tale.
Old man
Broken
Old farmhouse
Broken
Dry and cracked hands
venture out into the overgrown garden
to pull weeds
For the garden, he thinks
can at least be fixed.
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Little Poems
PoetryA little book of poems straight from the darkest depths of my weird brain
