Hands

They talk

Blabbering self important hands, shock the sides of mountain tops.

Inside the vague arguments. 

Inside the toppling monuments. 

Letters of fantasies skipping across oceans singing blues. 

Deciphering maiden tongues dreaming of clues. 

Toxic bridges smuggle poison undetected.

Blood that shares, stressful and hectic. 

Arrogant broods do but will not see.

That vast pseudo reality that will never be. 

Allen of a dying art, who's to say when it ever did start?

Blabbering self important hands choking the nonbelievers!

Mindless but mindful of the unspoken weavers.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Such unique lines in this write, nice poem.
"Letters of fantasies skipping across oceans singing blues."