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[title] => Hands
[time] => 2008-11-03 15:29:53
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[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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