A Woman’s Hands
A Woman’s Hands
Will she ever fully realize the power she holds there
she may never know the whys
but I will forever see the awesome beauty in a woman’s hands
as she laughs or toils or cries
I listen and watch as her delicacy touches upon the ivories
she played fur elise and clare delune
In truth it is every movement that they make though
so magical so in tune
She may ever be swirling in dance or only talking
with her hands for all I care
my shyness though in seeing her eye to eye
it will be her hands that hold my stare
Imagination is a powerful thing and there lies
the power of her hands over a mans soul
those hands hold a strange power over all of mankind
and Oh that power takes a toll
Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, or in poetry, in story perhaps to sort out the missing from the found perhaps and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their own words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...
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Lovely poem about the beauty of a woman’s hands. Well done, Ed.
Lovely work Ed, very romantic and beguiling in its honest adoration. Well done my friend.