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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Something To Hold

It is when my hands
find themselves in an empty place
and my mind
 has somewhere it needs to go
that they seek the only vehicle they know

The ink
and my beating, bleeding heart
leap onto the page simultaneously
like two souls
hand in hand
taking their final leap off a bridge
into a river
that will accept their eternal devotion
and embrace their fate

Sometimes
at the end of a poem
I'm born again.
I close my fist
around my pen
like a newborn's hand
closes around momma's finger.

Our first instinct
is to hold love
when it meets us;
It's not part of our instinct
to let go--

I think that's why I always
search for something safe to hold
when my hands reach out
and feel only a breeze

I need something still
that only moves
when it moves with me
...like this pen.



5 comments:

  1. Wow! This is beautiful. I like the image of having your hand open and waiting to see what fills the void. At least the pen gives your heart and soul a voice. You really have a special gift with words. Have a happy and safe 4th of July. Chris

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  2. When you have the ability to "write it out" ...
    Resolution is always "at hand."

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    1. I promise you... This was a ground breaking piece for me. I am not just saying so. Trust me on that.

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