My Other Hand

My one hand?
It’s what you see here
on the page making funny marks
that become funny meanings
in your musing mind.Image 003But my other hand, well!
It reaches outside in the smoke on the wind.
It gropes in the night for a dear not-here friend.

it touches heaven
it waves at eagles
it feels the raindrops
and cries with seagulls
while the waves tumble in
and in…it is washed in them too

my other hand,
well it awakens you

8 thoughts on “My Other Hand

    • Hi sweetie…thank you for inviting me to look at your poem. I rather liked it. Your voice is far stronger at 25 than mine was at 30!!

      Keep writing…and let the Poetess speak thru the poetess!

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