The Hidden Beauty Within My Hands

This piece of poetry is dedicated to the artist ~

~ The Hidden Beauty Within My Hands. . .

 

To snatch a few tendrils of light,

from my weaving fingers,

was most impacting,

for else could I have seen the,

face of sheer delight that moved,

with wings of white ageless,

beauty,

towards the setting sun-

 

The images left me . . .

 

I sat with my head placed down,

until I suddenly chanced to look,

upward at the sky's expanse,

and birds flew across the scope,

and swept away into the land.

 

A feeling flit, inside my breast,

and I looked down at my hands,

sunlight danced behind my eyes,

as again I saw it,

what I had once forgot-

that immeasurable heart of love-

I realized then-

that what I had so long sought for,

was hiding in the crevice of my,

darkly shadowed heart,

and it was in the life of my,

sullied hands which had toiled-

 exacted pain, and love,

but, for better or for heart's ache,

they will always thrum,

with the heart of my internal song,

dance with the birds over my mind,

to lands that not distanced from my soul-

my weak and wearied soul,

no matter where  that soul may rest,

it is dancing,

through the life of these tiresome,

overworked-

 

these fingertips-

 

Which create the unseen things,

to which I'm privy,

the birds ahead of me-

these textural images . . .

and ethereal beauty,

and I realized then,

that the greatest gift . . .

was in my weather-beaten skin,

when I could always find the light,

in the expanse,

of a blackened background.

because for me-

the seamless colorings

 are what my hands are viewing ~

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Interesting piece of work thanks for sharing

[Foxemerald]

And thank you for reading it- I appreciate your time.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome and will be back to read more of your work:)

[Foxemerald]

Your time is much appreciated! I hope to see you around some more :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This gives in the verse...
yet I had a difficult time with the font...
but the measure of the write flowed down the lines...
you take the reader from stanza to stanza...
and create a scenery...
and a set pace...
for which one can grasp...
the profound effect of what is you're conveying in words...