Sincerely Yours, Hand

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Dear Hand,

It's been a while since I've seen you. It's been too long since you've held me. You used to be bursting with ideas at the slightest touch of me. Now you hardly ever tell me anything at all. You used to tell me your secrets, ideas, we used to be something. You swore I was a part of something big, a huge dream that you shared through out the whole body. Now we only touch for homework assignments, essays, math problems, I enjoy it but I miss you're passion.

Tell Ring Finger I said hello.

Missing you dearly,
Pen



Dear Pen,

It's been too long. I haven't forgotten you, or all of the memories and dreams we share. I haven't forgotten all the times you waited patiently through that dreaded writers block, or through the distraction of work and boys. I miss the way I clutched on to you, and relied on you and Paper to help improve my skills.
I don't know what's wrong with me Pen. I see all these other writers with better skill and talent, and it makes it hard to grasp you're plastic skeleton. But I'm coming back, with new and better ideas leaking from the tips of my fingers! I'm gonna hold you tight and never let go.

Get ready for a new beginning and all of our dreams to come true.

Your's truely,
Hand


Dear Hand,

Welcome back.




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This made me laugh so much - not because it's idiotic or laughable, don't worry - because I felt so much in common with this poem. Except with me it's more often my Typing Fingers and the Keyboard. Honestly, writers' block and distractions are the worst two things on the planet, and it felt so great to read this mildly humorous letter and feel a little bit refreshed. Now I know someone feels my pain.
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To envy.
To madness.
Betrayal.
Love.
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This was actually kind of funny, as MamaLala said, because it's a rather unique view. I lot of times, the best poetry has a subject that is always overlooked in every day life, and you've done that here.

However, I'm not positive this is narrative poetry. Narrative does let a story, which this seems to do, but there is a fine line between poetry and just writing. This, to me, is just writing. Usually, narrative poetry is something that is still in the poetic FORM but tells a story (i.e. Canterbury Tales, Sir Gawain and the Green Night. Althought they are epics, they are also narrative). This is more like prose, and also has a lack of poetic elements so couldn't even truly be considered prose poetry.

It's a fine line--much like the line between crap and brilliance with modern paintings--that's hard to see.

Good luck!
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I found it a little amusing too! At first, I wondered -- wait... what the? Dear hand? What does this writer have in mind? =) But then I read it and figured it out. So I laughed because it was unexpected... :)

It reminded me of the letters in the group "Your Novel" which users adress to their novels. :D Anyway, great idea. I found this a nice poem.
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this is creative! i love it! thumbs up!!! :) :)
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