HANDS

 

 Your hands betray you.

Sweetly they materialize at the ends of your wrists,

while you gawk in anxious surprise.

 

In more intense moments your hands call the shots–
clenched by your sides, allowing your eyes to write the story.
Fists of triumph, fists of rage, confusion, pain.

Flawless communication without words.

Hands unable to contain your inner warmth.
Heat as if you’ve somehow grasped the sun.

Planetary symbol of the mind, the self, the cosmic whole,

Befitting you—the meditator, seeking the house of truth.
 
One hand holds another,
knitted together with interlocking flexibility.
A finger trap, getting tighter as the distance grows between us.
Ultimately pulled asunder.  Z~

 

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13 comments on “HANDS

  1. vivinfrance says:

    Wow! That's a deep one. It flows well, with musicality – as per the prompt.

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  2. shamuboo says:

    This is such a beautiful piece with wonderful rhythm.

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  3. Linda Roy says:

    This is fantastic! “…planetary symbol of the mind, the self, the cosmic whole…” great line.

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  4. Considerer says:

    Wooooow! This is very very good 😀

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  5. Oh..its beautiful!

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  6. Shah Wharton says:

    I second Linda on that line. A deep and emotive poem. Bravo. X

    http://shahscribbles.wordpress.com/

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  7. Zoe Byrd says:

    thanks Im not much of a musician…its nice to hear it is a bit lyrical

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  8. Zoe Byrd says:

    Thank you so much Mr. Frederico Johansen…and Budmeister Fuller

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  9. Zoe Byrd says:

    Thanks Linda, hands are a an ancient symbol of thought, self and the cosmos…whod have thought the factual line would be the most poetic?

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  10. Zoe Byrd says:

    Thank you my Bardic Buddy!

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  11. Zoe Byrd says:

    Thanks so much… it was good to write it…

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  12. Zoe Byrd says:

    Thanks for the visit… and for seconding Linda! lol…

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  13. psychochef says:

    Hands are powerful communicators.

    This piece is lovely. I've read it through several times tonight, and I keep inadvertently skipping the first line and going right to the second. “Your hands betray you” – it's a great line.

    K

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