Your hands
your beautiful naked hands
coming to rest
like butterflies
upon the flowers
you are arranging
or flying with laughter
like birds into each new gesture
that articulates a question
& leaves it hanging in the air
until you sculpt an answer
from the space around you
me listening for hours
as your hands talk
stained with paint
charcoal or chalk
cut with sculpture
or held against your face
how they seem to console
the mystery of the mystery
that lies behind your eyes
your hands more naked than your nakedness
hand resting now upon hand
like silence sleeping
your soul
held quietly
as if it lay dreaming
awakening now
as if conducting unheard music
your hands
that hypnotise me
with their honesty
and gracefulness
your hands
your hands
open to
receive
my unworthiness
turn it
into love
your hands
cradling my head
holding my thoughts
so lovingly
your hands
your beautiful
naked
hands.
I never thought of hands being so beautiful until I read this poem. This is a great write Donall. Always, Linda
Donall this is just stunning! Your beautiful naked words convey so much of what lies behind and beyond a person's eyes. This beautifull song to her hands is just fatally beautiful and almost made me die with pleasure. Oh my soul...my prohpetic soul as someone in Shakespeare once said. Honestly this is just astoundly lovely and summons up all the rest of her beauty and honestly by this hymn to her hands. You are indeed worthy of her love and prove it by these beautifull beautifull words. I just love them and how they make me feel...so happy I could cry! A thing of beauty and a joy forever! I love the hands that are stained with all the makings and markings of chalk and paint and cut with sculpture. You really take this one detail and like a magician conjour her out of the heart. My heart is astonished...astonished! love Dee Dee
graceful, charming, longingly written, full of memories, different pictures of the wonder of beholding just one body part to love.................just one, among many!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
are you are in love with her hands, those hands that create such wonderful pictures and images....I know this ; o) Ruthie