Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

The Master's Hand - Poem by Mike Finley

He underestimates its importance,
the touch of him on the skull
the patting and the scratch.

But he can be so blase
with that effortless speaking
which tumbles out like silk

Whereas I am a dumb angel
braying and bawling
the uncomprehending hark

How is it he does not know
how beautiful he is
the endless kisses I wipe him with

When he and I are one
it is as if I could live forever
as famous as the night

He is the running rabbit of peace
When his heart beats
my own beats twice


Comments about The Master's Hand by Mike Finley

  • (4/1/2008 8:50:00 AM)


    Mikey! How wonderful to see you here again! Love the poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/1/2008 8:36:00 AM)


    Good to still that you are still writing Mike, havent seen you posting on this site for some time. There are some nice lines in this poem 'which tumbles out like silk' and the 'endless kisses I wipe him with' The poem is sweet yet works on many levels. Hope all is well.

    Vincent
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 2, 2008


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