Open Poetry #49 |
Come hold my hand in heaven |
KentAshbyKorb Member
since 2013-05-05
Posts 99Nc USA |
Come and read my palms And see Gods own hand, his lines drawn Upon me Five points Opposable thumbs Prints Power My DNA A river running through me Gooey Pumping Every moment of the hour Until I shrink Back Into the soil My oil gone My heart silent Wilted Kneeling low My palms crossed Until I rise again |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
Sensitive poetry Kent. The lines of our hands tell a poignant story indeed. Touch, but don't look |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I enjoyed the picture you drew for me in this, palms and rivers flowing, life and life after life.. |
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