not yet a man
an artists hands she said...
almost pretty to look at...
vanities of pride dismissed her compliment,
but cataloged the smile it gave me for later.
his hands were stronger...
calloused with aged use...
the shadow of his path lies heavy on me,
reminiscent of both truth and consequence.
yet perhaps there was beauty...
in the principles I hold...
For though my fingers are still fresh with pink,
She seemed to find love enough for us both.
Nicely done; enjoyable...
ReplyDeleteYou managed to weave youth and age into this handspan. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful kick start those first two lines make.........
ReplyDeleteps.........I have to add you chose an amazing selection of music! I think I'll find me spending some time down your sidebar, too! (I'm a big Kill Bill fan, also....!)
ReplyDeleteglad you have good taste in music. haha
Delete...and together through thick and thin they shall walk together, hand in hand!
ReplyDeleteWhy is it that the consequences for artists are almost always dire, these Promethean dire stealers with calloused hands and heavy shadows, of some of the things they may have unwittingly brought back with them . Thanks Michael
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts spoken here Michael! :-)
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