Really
What was I thinking
Painting my nails
Of course the polish smeared and chipped
Within minutes
By the next day
They looked really bad
But I had no time to fix them
A busy week each day they looked
Worse and worse
Hunting through the linen closet
I finally found the almost empty bottle of nail polish remover
It wasn’t enough- UGH
They looked even worse
I wanted to hide my hands
Hoping no one would notice
Chipped pink sparklily nail polish
Stuck on from Valentine’s Day
Screamed- UGLY
Looks can be deceiving because in reality
These are writer’s hands
Penning poetry hands
These are amazing
Sending out healing hands
These are artist hands
Creating visions and sensations hands
These are nourishing hands
Preparing body and soul food hands
I scrap and scratch the last few flecks
Desperate to remove the traces of pink
“Out, out great spot”
However unlike he
I only wish to reveal
The true stain of these hands
Which conjour up such amazing things
Love is in the mix of all of these
Love,
Judy Angelheart
2/17/18 Copyright and all rights reserved
Thank you for letting me share a bit of my poetry with you for national poetry month.
Yes, these are my hands, dried and weatherworn. We need to remember that looks really can be deceiving; the person is always more important than the appearances.
We are finally experiencing spring-like temperatures here which makes me very happy! Sending out warm healing energy to all of you.
Juju
Whisper of Angels 