The Hand of Words
(Dedicated to Timothy Samalik and Mikki Wymer.)
Click. Pause. Scroll. Done.
What a rush! Such heart!
I think I'll read another.
Click. Pause. Done.
Its not a masterpiece of wit,
But I admire his transparency,
Her light-heartedness.
Another!
Scroll. Pause. Scroll. Done.
Scroll. Click. Scroll...
... Step. Step. Pause.
And in that verse, In that poem,
I met someone.
They reached out a hand of language,
Invited me into their world
To show me
Beauty
Hatred
Confusion
Hope
War
Daily life
Persistance
Hope
The deepest depths of despair
The pinnacle of enlightened thought
I took their hand, made of nought but words,
And followed it down the rabbit hole
With nought but an open heart.
Step. Step. Scroll. Scroll. Done.
Nice meeting you!
Thank you for being so open!
I'll be sure to visit again,
To a space that never forgets.
Comments
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MythicalFishPen
This one's a bit rough, still. I wrote in in spur of the moment, less than 10 minutes, and will give it some space before really editing it.
Angelwith1wing
I like it. It really does show what most commenters and people who like to read do. They seek true art from others souls by clicking and scrolling on their poem page. It makes a lot of poets happy when we acknowledge and/or comment on their masterpieces. It makes being a poet all worthwhile. Once again, like the poem. Keep writing on my friend.
MythicalFishPen
Thanks so much!! There's another one I wrote almost the same subject called Chrystalline you may like. I did that in a totally different style than this.
But, yeah, thanks! At what you said about reading other's works, its like making a donation that maybe someone will benefit from your own poem, but wanting to take in the vast wealth of creativity that others have put up... but I like the way you describe it, better! :D