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| Picture Credit: Reymundo |
I lay my hand
on back of yours
letting my lifeline surge into you
invisible to us all,
those lines tell a tale
only to the skin
each little mark
mingles with other
my palm turns
towards yours
our palms silently speak
of their illicit love affairs
"I pen the words, to put on yours"
18 comments:
ha. nice. when we were in college my wife wrote a poem on my hand...hands are so evocative...lovely write
"those lines tell a tale
only to the skin" - how beautiful and how true.
This is so evocative and so beautiful.
Gautami...
You have the most insightful 55's every week.
And you are such a creative talent as well.
Loved your 55.
Don't hold my hand....
Thanks for playing, and gave a Kick Ass Week-End
'...our palms silently speak
of their illicit love affairs...'
Nicely captured! As I read the lines, the vision of a relation flashed by...a silent understanding..Beautiful!
I have hands love shovels but they tell a story...
That's beautiful.
I'm up here.
"those lines tell a tale
only to the skin"
That's gorgeous.
I love poems about hands... yours is lovely!
Lovely write Gautami.
Beautifully evocative lines -- awesome write!
There are at this point in time countless confirmations of the fact that all human expressions of intelligence both in art/craft and the written/spoken word are rooted in the hands. One is the insight that the study of metaphor provides.
I could go on and on ---- your poem as metaphor for the use of love between two people says it all hands down,
joanny
I love this.."those lines tell a tale only to the skin" beautiful.
that knowing touch, very nice 55.
This is lovely!
I like holding hands, too...
I pen the words to put on yours.. Liked it!
creative one,
well done.
Happy Weekend.
I love this poem =) Hands convey so much sentiment. Wonderful
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