In solitude, I sit
Looking at my hands.
Palms, scarred skating ponds
Carved with creases;
Timelines, criss-cross;
Lifelines, cut;
Lovelines ... persist,
Like the laughlines on my face;
Fingerprints, indistinct
At fingertips—
My identity fades
With age.
Kat Mortensen, Ontario, Canada
Kat Mortensen is currently compiling her first poetry collection. Her blog, Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes is followed daily by a loyal community of international poets, writers and enthusiasts. She lives in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada and enjoys eclectic pursuits with her husband and furred friends. Her latest blog is Kigo of the Kat, devoted exclusively to the poetic art of haiku (http://katkigo.blogspot.com)
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderfully visual poem that moves from surface lines deep into contemplation.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Kat.Well done!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Kat. Lovely. You've managed to infuse a few short lines with deep mental and emotional images. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteAre we glad our identity fades with age? Not sure...