It will be my hands that describe
How it is…
Through the lines that crease them with knowledge
Throughout each passing year of age.
Holding you, whilst deep in contemplation;
Just firm enough for you to not question their presence.
With understanding;
They will speak volumes on their own,
Without the need of a tongue to guide them.
You will know what is meant
By the placement of one small gesture.
Eloquently they will write
In a language; tactile,
Known only to you.
Forming welts of emotional calligraphy
That time can only soak deeper.
The fragrant etchings of a world’s pen swept words
Will guide the author in my mind
And the artist in my fingers
To replicate and express the beauty
My eyes see when they caress your form.
It will be my hands that discover;
Then describe to you
How it is…
That I love you.
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Goodness who am I? Hmmm I am not sure what kind of poet I am or if I am a poet at all? I have a fascination of words and how they can be strung together in a sequence that makes you feel something; like you were looking at an old photograph.
I hope you enjoy the read as much as I have enjoyed the write
How it is…
Through the lines that crease them with knowledge
Throughout each passing year of age.
Holding you, whilst deep in contemplation;
Just firm enough for you to not question their presence.
With understanding;
They will speak volumes on their own,
Without the need of a tongue to guide them.
You will know what is meant
By the placement of one small gesture.
Eloquently they will write
In a language; tactile,
Known only to you.
Forming welts of emotional calligraphy
That time can only soak deeper.
The fragrant etchings of a world’s pen swept words
Will guide the author in my mind
And the artist in my fingers
To replicate and express the beauty
My eyes see when they caress your form.
It will be my hands that discover;
Then describe to you
How it is…
That I love you.
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Goodness who am I? Hmmm I am not sure what kind of poet I am or if I am a poet at all? I have a fascination of words and how they can be strung together in a sequence that makes you feel something; like you were looking at an old photograph.
I hope you enjoy the read as much as I have enjoyed the write
- Last seen on Mar 2 5:05 PM. Member since January 28, 2002.
- I'm a midnight moon poet for 5,705 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "You are the sum of your experience".
- I am a 34 year old girl (Australia)
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- I have 5,705 comments, 5 contests, 117 poems
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The Burning Year on August 5, 2007the poem above...way up^^
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spiral nocturne on October 20, 2006thank you so much for your kind and considerate thoughts, especially in regards to love...and the applause on my poem. completely appreciated...good luck with the throes of love, yourself!!!
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Emmerson on October 4, 2006Hey Karen,
Yes all is good here nothing dramatic to report, the girls are all doing well. Yes I have been somewhat uninspired in the poetic field of late but I put that down to having a bit more of a life and being pretty busy with work.
I still enjoy my poetry though and hope one day soon to post something wildly romantic and whimsical lol (if I ever get a fella that is)
. I hope you are well too hun. Thank you very much for stopping by.. its always good to see a friendly face.
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Seeking Peace on September 28, 2006Well I just thought I'd stop by, haven't been by your page in a while... I see we are lacking new reads, thought somethin was wrong with my computer LOL. Hope everything is good with you and yours.
Karen
