A Taste of Sky

boney

——————

fingers like flexed out daggers…

Full of pain…

and sadness…

and full of love…

always full of love…

and care…

for a job well done…

for the warmth of another hand…

or the caress of a tender cheek…

and…

of course as a warning…

to the sky…

And what comes from it…

Or,

what soon may

arrive…

one tired grey day…

steeped behind the rose garden…

of the future…

———–

David L. Whitman 05/28/2013 looking at hands

 

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13 thoughts on “A Taste of Sky

  1. Beautiful poem if you were looking at your hands I’m sure they could tell us hundred more poems/stories, the way you decribe it I could feel them well at least I looked at mine and read your poem again. I like photo- pointing with that long finger up to the sky and if you wait for the night to come you’ll see the star, that star, your star. my imagination carried me away again right 😉

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