How different positions of the hand affect our feelings.
In this photo,because the hand is open  and upwards I feel it is very moving.But  when I did one with the back of the hand   showing I felt less affected by it

I was unready for anything,
with no alarm like a bee.
Each fresh day is torture..
If you don’t hate me.

I was as tame as a quango
I was right  far in my mind.
Each night  had its daydreams,
Oh  wish you were kind.

I was charmed by your molars.
They were sharper than braille.
Each dawn brought the moon out.
As you cut your nails.

Rolling stones gathered
Your heart was not mine.
I’ll give you what you wish for.
It is by good  design .
.
As long as the clock speaks
As long as the rose.
As long as the bike pumps..
I’ll remember your nose.

As long as my patterns;
As brief as they are;
As long as my brain’s dead
I shall parsnip a star.

I love a good proverb.
I love no cliches.
When you find some Wisdom
Do not sever my pay.

Justice long as a ruler,
Sharpened to a screw.
When you are more kind,then
I may leak what I brew
.
As long as the flat Earth
As wise as it’s broad.
The moon in the water
Heard the crow caw.

Please hear my tall story
Sing  beside my cello.
I may fail at  the knife Class
But I can  say , oh blow

I went to the Church belle,
And asked for a clue.
The finger on the dial
Kept pointing at you.

As long as the moon’s lined
As wise as a toad
As quick as a stencil
I  have wrought what I ought.

I asked for a doctor
I asked for a nurse
They said you are dead,dear
Where  does it hurt?

The rites of the dead ones
The wrongs of our lives
All will be well when
We can marry our wives.

I ask Leonard Cohen
To sing Joan of Arc
He can’t  do it  proper
Except in the dark