Artwork to inspire poetry: Hand


Above is an artwork of a hand.  It can inspire poetry.  Here is a poem inspired by it:

There’s an expression,
of knowing something,
like the palm of your hand.

But how many,
actually know,
what theirs looks like?

having it there,
for all of your life,
how many know,
it’s appearance,
and would truly,
be able,
to tell it from others?

There’s a lesson here,
in observation,
in all things,
that many see,
but few take time,
to notice.

You may have heard,
after someone or something is gone,
someone say,
that they don’t remember.

They don’t remember,
the color of the person’s eyes,
or what the tree looked like,
or how the dog played.

Though they’ve seen these things,
innumerable times,
they did not stop,
and see.

There’s a lesson in this.

Observe the things,
you see every day,
the things you would miss,
if they were gone.

For despite knowing them,
like the palm of your hand,
you may only know them,
as well as that.

Poem: Hello Mr. Goldfish

Hello Mr. Goldfish,
what do you see?

The goldfish said,
most gleefully,
“Sunshine and rain,
green leaves and snow,
the stars shine bright,
as blue skies glow.”

But Mr. Goldfish,
how can this be,
the things you say,
you cannot see.

The goldfish said,
as it swam so free,
“The things out there,
that cannot be,
they all are there,
if one can see.”

But Mr. Goldfish,
all eyes look out,
these things you see,
are not about.

The goldfish said,
with eyes so clear,
“The things are seen,
by those who hear.
The sun and rain,
green leaves and snow,
the shining stars,
and skies that glow,
they are about,
for those who see,
they can be seen,
most easily.
Just open eyes,
and open ears,
wipe off the tears,
and wipe off fears,
look on about,
at all that be,
and then these things,
you will all see.”