Hands of Scorn

[zooropamanda]

Betrothed eye on whistled tongue
through holy hand and touching cheek,
melt the serious churns of day
with wandering sun on hands that meet.

Seek the night and beat the dawn
well raised up these hands that scorn,
burning sunlight through sands of mist
those well worn fingers that none so kissed.

Lying, watching the sounds of love
temptuous smoking beat of time,
sighing with the strings of a dove
filling my heart contently sublime.

These angelic hands do touch and scorn,
without I am sick,
with you I am torn.

So Zoo Me..

[This message has been edited by zooropamanda (edited 01-06-2001).]

 

[The Wanderer]

with wandering sun on hands that meet.

I love this line...

 

[bicyclingfish]

"These angelic hands do touch and scorn"

Were those my mothers? Or my lovers? I know this imagery.

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Come on, come on! Be good to me...

 

[DancingBarefoot]

These angelic hands do touch and scorn,
without I am sick,
with you I am torn.

I like these final lines. A great ending to a wonderful poem.



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Nichelle
**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**

 

[BabyGrace]

The whole thing is gorgeous, zoomanda

Especially...

Lying, watching the sounds of love
temptuous smoking beat of time
sighing with the strings of a dove
filling my heart contently sublime.

very beautiful...


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"You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice..."

 

[zooropamanda]

Ta