Treachery of Hands

Treachery of Hands

I have a scarring mass of tiny marks
all along the heartline of my hands
I read them with a restless need to purge
the disappointment of too frugal love
Today I saw my puzzled hands still held
forgotten trees that summer left behind,
they were too quick to sky & grew too large
I saw them but I knew I could not move
 their leafing from the safety of the fold
They had grown too familiar with the cold,
and with the fear of new things,
and the wild
Too often we allow ourselves to tame
what would grow better on another plain

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

It is a lovely poem Phibby. Being old and slow of wit, I struggled with it. But I was very pleased that you took a moment to explain and even more pleased that when you did, I found that I WAS on the right path. Your help in seeing was like the bright morning sun spreading light on this grove of words and now I see their full beauty.

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you so much for commenting. Yes, you had it exactly right.

[Ed Hart]

"a heart is not troubled beyond the trouble in it"

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you, Ed, the heart can certainly hold a great deal.

[Emily B]

i'm feeling a little like a wild animal trapped by doesticity today

these words spoke to me

[Phibby Venable]

I hope you have an event of some sort. I will try to run away and attend it! thank you for the comment!