Tracy Bucknell


These Hands - Poem by Tracy Bucknell

Open in friendship, a gift to hold,
cradles of their gentleness,
the light caress of warm love spoke,
words obsalete as gestures mould
tools of expression a life of their own,
betrayers of our hidden light,
wringing, twiddling, hold your own tight,
put them together, or reach for the light.
resounding echoes in loud apraise,
visulization no words be spoke.
in animated motion, tempers flare,
to slap, punch or wave in the air.
these tell tale tools of creative form.
that lift a bloom and engulf the gloom,
i hold mine out to love.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 27, 2011


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