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Hands

Contributed by lnnie on Monday, 3rd November 2008 @ 03:29:53 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



First love's touch,
mutual gathering was only through them,
our Hands.

We poets celebrate
Hearts and Souls;
Love too wields magic,
but neglect too often
those stalwart two-
the human hands-
we're birth'd with.

Entwined most
in our Corporeal Destinies
yet hands occupy
in the Pantheon of Graces
a position lower than should be.

Consider birth's first
is a touching hand.

First our eyes open
then
we are lifted by them.

Is not reaching for love
first with these twins?

Was not my first love
first touched by them?

Did we not, we two, hold hands
along the heart-way walkways?

Did not these two first wave
sweet hellos and partings?

What poet's mind could word
without them?

Alas, too, it was these two
which fluttered dismissively
signaling
first love was leaving.

At death's bed
the last we reach
for nurse, loved ones
or darlings,
with be with these two hands,
when from this world departing.

Is not electricity
generated by them
in the touching of our bodies?

Are not hands reaching on the Grecian Urn
expressing love's startings,
it's yawlings and yearnings?

I will die
as we all will-
its hands that will pray for me.

Coffin bound
I will lay,
my two hands crossing.

I am touched by loving hands
from birth
to Death's Regarding.

All my life these two ambassadors
convey
sweet touches
to me and from me
to others.

The tear of child
is reached by these
and Child Worlds mended.

Lover, I
have only these
to express what
what my Heart says
Love Is.

In the end
cry for them too:
Fluttering Twins,
unsung,
ungraced,
each hand-
perforce
will reach out
one to each-
one floating flower to another.




Copyright © lnnie ... [ 2008-11-03 15:29:53]
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Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 3rd November 2008 @ 03:37:02 PM AEST
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This is a lovely poem. Great Job!


Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Monday, 3rd November 2008 @ 03:55:03 PM AEST
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This is a great write. I enjoyed it very much. Coincidently,
I posted a poem with this exact title back in 2001. I will
share it with you here. Blessings, Lawdog (Robert Edgar Burns)

HANDS

Hands that healed,
And hands that led.
Hands that scrubbed,
And hands that bled.

Hands that held,
And beckoned come.
Hands that made
Our house a home.

Hands that cooked,
And hands that fed.
And hands that tucked us
Into bed.

Hands that folded
Into prayer.
When thanking our Lord
For His care.

Hands that now
Join Gods’ above.
Hands that still
Reach down in love.

Hands that someday
When I come,
I’ll want to hold,
The hands of Mom.

TO ALL THE MOMS’ IN THE WORLD.

By: Robert Edgar Burns 12/19/2001



Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Desideratum on Monday, 3rd November 2008 @ 04:24:09 PM AEST
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This should be published.


Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 3rd November 2008 @ 10:18:05 PM AEST
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A truly beautiful poem.....well done....
Jenni


Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Tuesday, 4th November 2008 @ 03:28:01 AM AEST
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your words always speak to my soul
this was certainly no exception
magnificent write!!!!
thank you
hugs love smiles blessings
kara


Re: Hands (User Rating: 1 )
by eternalsunshine on Wednesday, 26th November 2008 @ 10:37:22 PM AEST
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beautiful,wonderful ohhh so beautiful...:)
great write

:)




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