pulled bydark memoriespushed by dreams, parts of meride ahead - I disentanglemyself https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2020/12/15/weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-203-ekphrastic-photoprompt-2/
Entangled
Inglenook
untainted untouched yet not a virgin… It is a place where ideas meet form neural pathways blossom to take different shapes and mingle with my life I’m fiercely possessive I don’t share keep it away from crooks It is my Zen corner My inglenook… https://dversepoets.com/2020/12/14/quadrille-118-in-the-inglenook/
Hand in hand
Hand-in-hand ….. by Happy Soul
Growing up together
Rejoicing every win
Love somewhere started to brew
Hand in hand we walked through!
Unfortunate mishap
Lucky, you were alive
In the air, broken hand flew
Hand in hand we walked it through!
Prosthetic hands IN
Tough, indeed a blessing
It’s all metal, no skin no tissues
Hand in hand we walked through!
No more caressing touch
No hi-five, no sound of claps
It’s destiny, nothing much we can do
Hand in hand we will walk through!
I still feel the warmth
I feel my hands clasped in yours,
These eyes convey the feelings so true
Hand in hand we will walk through!
In the roller coaster
Of this life we live
I promise I will always be with you
Hand in hand we will walk through!
Thank you Reena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge .
Forgotten
floatingthrough memory-songs of bygone erasforgotten softness of petals -romance https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/12/14/what-do-you-see-60-14-december-2020/
Your hands, my words
Don’t miss the beautiful piece —Your hands, My words … by Punam
Your hands hold me protectively
my hands write, evoke life’s glory
the give and take, the working in tandem theory
unfolding every day a new story!
Your hands are pragmatic and solid
keeping me grounded on world stage well nigh!
my words rise loftily high
building a mansion in the sky!
Your hands are cool and neutral
not withdrawn but working methodically
my words spill moodily
somewhat convinced but not completely!
Your strong hands are lovingly gentle
making me twirl giddily on my feet
my words are shy and sweet
promising you heaven, when with thine they meet!
Your hands span my waist
spinning my world dizzily
my words unfurl softly
caressing your feelings tenderly!
Your hands weave magic mostly
with joy they make me scream
my words gush forth like a stream
passionate and full of dreams!
Our hands discover and create
as we continue on this…
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Hand Holding
Hand Holding …….. by VJ Knutson
Father’s grip
controlling crush
warned against
disobedience
First love
Grade one
holding hands
walking home
A sister’s hand –
frail flesh stretched
over aching bones –
clung to mine
until too hot to touch
I had to let go
while she surrendered
her last breath.
A lover’s hand
lacks stillness –
strokes and cajoles
sensuality evoking desire
Held my children’s hands
with my heart –
never wanting to let go
prideful possession
A granddaughter’s fist
still pink from birthing
wraps around my finger
gripping the unknown
with the ferocity of
one hungry for life
Husband’s hand
reaches for mine
conveys support –
strength to propel
me forward.
Hands convey
what the mind cannot –
a secret language
nuanced for life’s moments
leaving deep impressions.
(Hand Holding first appeared here August, 2018. I submit an edited edition here for Reena’s Exploration challenge: hands. Image from personal collection.)
To Me
To me ….. by Susi Bocks
hands
hold mine
giving me hope
lifting up my spirits
precious
Thanks for reminding me about Elfchens, Chuck! 😉
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #164 – After it was Over.
After it was over ….. by Michael
When it happened, he felt a great sense of relief and an overwhelming sense of grief.
Investing time and energy into something you believed in was taxing at the best of times.
It had been many months of campaigning, handing out flyers, attending rallies, believing in a cause you thought was right and the proper way for the country to move forward.
Added to that was the realization that the vote was sure to go in their favour. After all, the cause was just, the policies well thought out and constructive and sure to benefit everyone.
In the back of his mind was the thought that with victory would come some relief for the working class, no more working two jobs to make ends meet.
Their leader was charismatic, he and other hung off his every word, believed what he said he meant.
But now he wondered if it had…
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Narcissist colors
her arrogance painted in wine on walls pushes him deeper in agony submerged in blues - a peculiar shade not of his choice purple drinks of superciliousness greet visitors -as they long for vibrant vibes or peaceful whites In their humble abodes I see dark shadows entwined in leafy greens as I take a flight … Continue reading Narcissist colors
A reason to be
Souls talking to each other up there…. “I died of Covid.” “I died of Covid-phobia.” “I understand” (suppressing laughter), “what niggles you now?” “There are so many diseases out there. I missed a chance of dodging those.” “Let’s go back there and find a reason to live …. Sorry, a disease to be afraid of.” … Continue reading A reason to be
