his hand soft in hers her thumb lies butterfly-like on hard bare knuckles love can cuts us to the bone love is us most tenderly hands light in contact what are they to each other siblings lovers friends these two who hardly touch yet have spliced their worlds together are they now meeting or about to take their leave of one another look at their thick sleeves see how very cold it is -- gloves lose out to touch
The poems above have been written for the prompt at The Mag, to whom thanks for the image.
You will find the + 1 below.
snowman needs a hat dad declines to donate his child in tears of rage
29 comments:
aawwww i feel bad for the kid, but dad needs to stay warm as well....and its a tender verse you spin above.....love cuts, love is us tenderly....those two lines really jumped out at me as they are in many ways the duality of it...
gloves lose out to touch
This made me smile, as many a time, despite the coldest weather, I have removed a glove, and one belonging to my 'hand-holder', simply to make the most of touch! LOL :) Loved your words...
You found much in the Magpie prompt - very sweet but I LOVE your +1 - can see and hear it so clearly:-)
...Sir, you + 1 is a bonus...it really is... excellent transition from the lines that precedes to that outstanding haiku... smiles...
P.S. Liked your two Tankas...but the second one's quite my fave...smiles...
A very sweet poem this morning, Dave! And yes, gloves DO lose out to the touch. (Hard not to think about that in the de!)
OOps...hard not to think about it in the dead of winter!! (was what I intended to say)
Ha - loved the plus one
And the other is very sweet - really very nice - the spliced and touch winning over gloves - very thoughtful and tender (with the a gentle bite of the real too.) k.
Happy belated new years Sir. And i see that you only better yourself with time.
Between you and me? I love wearing those gloves with partially exposed fingers. All the better to touch with.
That mean old Dad, what a spoil sport!!!
As a hopeless romantic, I truly loved this :)
It is all about context isn't it? No assumptions on your part. Well done.
Awww..I love the plus one. So sweet!
are they now meeting
or about to take their leave
of one another
Yes, are they meeting or going. Never thought of it that way. Love all 5 Dave!
Hank
Sad for the kid...but a quite touching.
confound the stereotype of who is soft in the first line. Sets up your own counter-cliche` hyper-noticing reality. . . . .I could go line by line, but will just return and enjoy it one more time. Gloves......did you enjoy our Inauguration yesterday as we have lately joined in your great celebrations?
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The universe of hand in hand..great poetic reflection.
I must believe their hands clasped together like this, will for sure be etched in their memories of it forever...we may forget words, but not true felt feelings...
Yes, in these cold days gloves lose out to touch...
Exquisite, I like it, it reminds me of childhood. Delicious poem.
Lovely image and hopeful words. Thank you for having given warmth despite of coldness. I hope this action would be repeated on the globe, without gloves.
Oh! This is wonderful! You spoke of the airiness, lightness I sensed in their touch with your "two who hardly touch." Really tender piece, Dave.
Thanks Everyone, so much. I felt a little overwhelmed by the response -- which i had not quite expected.
So many of you have used the word "sweet" of my effort, that I am tempted to use it of you all. (I took it as a high compliment and I use it in that way.)
I, too, have often gone gloveless in the depths of winter, just to hold my loved-one's hand...
and +1, well, have to side with Dad there. A glove is one thing, but hat? No way!!
Super write Dave :)
You really got to the heart of this one, Dave, with your well trained poets eye. Thanks mate
Such sweetness here :) Really enjoyed the heart in your words.
Love the butterfly-ness of her hand...lovely write, Dave...
A lovely write Dave!!
I love the line "...her thumb lies butterfly-like on hard bare knuckles." Such a perfect and beautiful image.
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