Lips and Hands
Dec 13th, 2005 by Ree Joy
RonReads:
I have two hands
the right and the wrong
and lips not knowing the difference
between your joys and mine
it has always been easier
to nurture, then mourn pain,
but I do not know now
where your hurts end and where mine
begin
I taste my laughter while hearing yours
I cry tears that seem only mine
by transference
and both immediate as life
distant as the far blue mountains
I have two hands
the left as helpless as the right
to stem the tide your name makes
as my lips tremble your syllabic continent
either in grey coldness of December dawns
or in the amber hues of repentant sunsets
two hands which have never held you
lips that have never tasted your heady wine
except in my dreams
grey branches of a surreal tree that have
never borne fruit
yet have never stopped reaching
I have two hands
the left as confused as the right
on how it feels without having touched
lips that has never uttered
words more beautiful
than they are sad
I love the juxtaposition of these two things, beings. Well seperated and unified!
captured it in its truest essence!
Beautiful. Absolutely, breath-takingly beautiful.
your writting is really something special…
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I think you might enjoy Tom Fuller’s words and music!
godbless
Looking for some new poetry, I stumbled upon this one. I had almost forgotten how much I love this poem…almost. Well done once again!