Thursday, February 5, 2009
They Do Not Lie
See how they move
when someone speaks or sits to listen?
Hands ~ they tell the stories.
Fingers with their length and flexibility
or rigid tightness ~ tell of life spent living.
Some flow freely with expression
some close tight in solid fists . . . hiding.
The worker, the poet,
the mother in her tenderness,
the clumsy, the delicate
~ the fierce,
I watch them all
moving ~
while everything else is
motionless and still ~
gestures from the soul
that speak, despite the silence.
Tonight ~
will they comfort someone
in the dark?
Tomorrow ~
will they feed the poor?
Or are they planning
to destroy and tear to shreds
some dark illusion that I'll read about
tomorrow when I wake?
Joanne Cucinello 2008
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what distracting images yu have painted here for us.. and to know all of that power rests in these two hands... wonderful piece...
ReplyDeleteThank you paisley. I'm hopping over to your blog to comment too. Something caught my eye yesterday and I want to go back to it. Always nice to hear from you! You honor me!
ReplyDeletebeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, PG!
ReplyDeleteGreetings Joanne – What a fine piece and a an engaging photo... I invite you to stop by Image & Verse for a visit, or just to say hello.
ReplyDelete...rob
It's curious how much our hands can tell us about each other. They even tell our histories, in some cases.
ReplyDeleteYes, that's true Gabriel. It's a fascinating study. Thank you.
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