And yet water holds ships, islands, continents.
Hands cannot be made of fire,
And yet fire has fingers and throws what it has burnt into the air.
Hands are angels sent by whichever evil or fine masters they belong to.
Hands are mute, and yet say what words cannot.
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teh deep, I haz it.
for G Man's Friday 55.
This Fine Simplicity
ReplyDeleteappeals to,
reaches
my simple
mind.
Huh?
Aloha, Friend
from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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I gotta hand it to you Shay, This is hands down one of my favorite 55's from you!!
ReplyDeleteI know you have other Friday obligations so don't think that I don't just beam with pride whenever you grace my little writing prompt.
THIS 55 was pensive and PERFECT!
Thanks for joining in the fun, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
what cloudia said. i can get this.
ReplyDeleteIs this only 55 words long? Lordy. What you and Mama Zen can do with just a handful of syllables.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful metaphors, Shay--I'm reminded of the old one, all flesh is grass...too zonked to leave a very penetrating comment, but I love what you did here, as always.
ReplyDeleteYou pack so much into that 55. Love the title.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, your words both delight, and inspire thought.
ReplyDeleteIt's like wiki poetry
Great nails!
Rick
I love your description of elemental hands - such a cool concept.
ReplyDeleteThis is just nice: beautiful and simple. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteWise and beautiful - the poem and the author.
ReplyDeleteI gotta hand it to you, you write a great 55.
ReplyDeleteYou say much in these few words. I love the sensuality of this. So well written.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love the elements you've used. Truly hands do communicate unspoken volumes.
ReplyDeleteWOW. As always, it says it all the way no one else can say it.
ReplyDeleteMuch the deepness! Hear my one hand clapping?
ReplyDeleteSo wise and beautiful! (and what beautiful nails!)
ReplyDeletei love hands....
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