Duet Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Warm hand I hold
so strong, no sigh,
links constant, bold
support won't die

Warm hand consoled
heart-wrending cry,
as hopes untold
met roads awry.

Warm hand has told
of timeless sky
as days nights rolled,
showed freedom nigh.

Warm hands enfold
tips, hands ally
suspended mould
above gulf, high

Warm hand fights cold,
companion shy,
let go behold
still close, - could I?

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Hand held transmits
soft signals sent
from part part fits
to represent

hand held reknits
hopes deep, intense,
won't call it quits
till hand tastes scents.

Hand held, hope lit,
calms fears, tears pent
where soul once split
frustrations vent.

Hands held French, Brit,
ascent assents,
from fear of pit
protects intent.

Hand held has writ
with wit on why,
and would commit
without good-bye!

written 15 June 2008 after and in response to M.C.

La Main que je Tiens


La main que je tiens
Fermement, sans soupir,
Indissoluble lien
Un soutien, sans faillir

Cette main se souvient
D'obstacles franchis
De chemins incertains
D'espoirs inassouvis

Cette main me retient
Me promet l'infini,
Me sussure des matins
Libérés - une vie.

Cette main qui me ceint
Et s'accroche aux phalanges
Lentement me suspend
Au dessus d'un ravin

Cette main qui me tient
Qui m'absorbe et me suit
La pourrai-je lâcher
Sans craindre de la briser?

Maude C 1975_20xx