My Hand

 

My Hand

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I bring my hand
gently to your mouth
quiet your voice
for I am certain

if you loose your words
into this twisted world

they’ll be distorted

if you raise your song
over this deafened land

it will be lost

should your truth escape
into this barren place

it will die
of loneliness

if you free your love
in this frigid time

there will be no place
it can find warmth

save here
within my hand

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rob kistner © 2009

13 thoughts on “My Hand”

  1. Sometimes a person reaches a point in poetry where the words they write conspire to compete to be the best in a great poem. I think you have done that here. I have read many pieces of your poetry, but this one is truly, poetry. I enjoyed your poem.

  2. your poetry is inspiring. I is my old friend Directorman,
    if you know were he is have him contact me.
    I will be in Oregon mid september.
    Sturdyman

  3. Donald –

    I am truly humbled by your words…

    This piece came upon me quite unexpectedly. I was endeavoring to respond to prompt #88 at RWP, and had a clutter of unfinished drafts.

    In among the early drafts was the line, “I bring my hand gently to your mouth”. When I revisited it, this poem began to unfold — much of it in near stream of consciousness.

    I don’t know if its a lament, a love poem, if its dark, or if its somehow hopeful — but I am pleased it spoke to you…

    …rob

  4. Wally –

    What a wonderful surprise! I will email you my cell number. Please call, it would be a pleasure to see you when you’re here… 😉

    …rob (Directorman)

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