*I want to thank, Janice at the "Flea Market Store" for being my hand model. Thank you, She is a great sport!
Lines of life as wrinkles of time appear,
Aged, liver spots darken the thin skin, that papers the river of our hearts,
Extending branches, hands shaken, caressing a soul, teaching joy,
The evolution of our work,
They teach, they reach, they preach
They touch, they hold they scold,
They love, plant and paint
They bake, hold and write
They reach, sew and fold
Tools of our souls holding onto dreams, praying,
A trace shares the ripples of past shadows,
A trace shares the ripples of past shadows,
Breathing light into dull, faded pearls,
An attic of memories tucked away, squeezed and pleased,
An attic of memories tucked away, squeezed and pleased,
Faded skin like a fragile leaf, a branched out life,
Hardened blue veins, rivers that once rippled,
Underground thoughts surface with a touch,
Reaching the current of the soul,
Body language a gift, we can open doors to hearts,
Offer olive branches, pen letters of love and forgiveness,
A map of life's work shows the soul has lived,
As the river flows and the current grows weak,
Our hands extend the soul's beauty in how we speak.
Comments
Your poem is wonderfully written and for me personally it evokes memories of my dear mother.
She passed away fifteen years ago today and I can see her through your words. She worked so hard all her life. The hands in your image, might have been her hands too.
A beautiful response to the prompt Ella,
Thank you so much, Eileen
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
xoxo
jul
♥Jenny
Candylei
As the river flows and the current grows weak,
Our hands extend the soul's beauty in how we speak.
you're brilliant!
And have I SAID how much I love your new main image of the book? beautiful~
gospelwriter-Thank you so much; I will stop by and visit you, soon!
Candylei-You are so kind; I don't believe that...
I put the timer on and try to beat it. I grab random books and look through for a few words then go at it! Then it gets my mind ticking!
Try it; Let me know if it helps.
Alex-Thank you :-D
Jenny-You are kind xXx
Rashmi-Thank you; I will stop by and visit you!
Becky-Thank you for sharing; I am glad I made you think~
Sherry-Thank you; I too see my grandparents hands and think of all they indured~ xXx
Jul-Thank you for sharing yourself; Brave girl!
Wanda-Thank you; I'll be thinking of you, when I have that cherry coke, later ;-D
Jules-I know you use your hands a lot, homes, cook and write! Thank you, they are a gift, an expression of grace(most of the time). xXx
Eileen-Thank you; Our Mother's hands have so much quiet strength! I am happy it was a good reminder~xXx
Body language a gift, we can open doors to hearts, that is such a wonderful line...:-)
beautiful poem.
Stephen Tremp
I love the message in this poem.
Pamela
'skin, that papers the river of our hearts'... this line is perfect!!!!
they say the ring finger holds a chakra that runs straight to the heart.. or perhaps it was a vein.. either way... your words sound much more poetic!!!
Have a fabulous week.. xxx Julie
Lee
Tossing It Out
"Tools of our souls holding onto dreams, praying,"
I love your message. Nice work :)
xx