Hands Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Hands
Look at hands! —they tell so much:
They are extensions of a thought in action!
How emotions are expressed through touch,
And quick response their reaction.
When worn and wrinkled, they tell the age,
When they have scars, the childhood memory
With its youthful sap, sometimes of rage;
Gesticulation, dexterity, creativity!
The hands like the eyes reflect so much:
Imagine a gentle touch of love on skin along,
With soft fingers passing as they touch:
A vibrant move for which you long!
Each one with their fingertips unique;
The tactile sense for a palpable reality:
With your hands, you cannot be weak,
And they do reflect your personality!
You are right.... sometimes the hands talk.... Very nice poem, thank you for sharing
Each with their finger-tips unique, Tactile sense for palpable reality; With your hands you can't be weak, And they do reveal identity......so touching. Nice concluding. Beautiful poem.
The childhood memory. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Με την πρώτη μου ευκαιρία θα σου σχολιάσω τα ποιήμητά σου.
Yes indeed a body speaks and hands are super vivid, they often tell a story.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I invite you to read my poem, The Hands I've Held...as your sweet words written, called out to me. Thank you for sharing. PEACE