Hands.
I love them,
Paul Engle “Paul Engle” by Source. Licensed under Fair use via Wikipedia.
especially helping hands,
‘Don’t wait for the wind to blow you through the door,
If you need help, here is my hand, I said.’
( Moving In by Paul Engle, 1908-1991)
creating words to hold the soul.
‘..We live by no mind that is only reason,
For there are in us strengths older than thought –
Memory of moon-earthed seeds, the treason
Of spring in our hearts, old family-named corn lands –
Eternal in us as ancestral-wrought
Curve of our thigh and the gripped shape of hands.’
( Earth in our Blood by Paul Engle, 1908-1991)
Curve and shape of hand, hold the soul.
This post is dedicated to Linda at The Task at Hand, and to all those bloggers who pursue the craft of the wordsmith.
‘……….I said your hand
Was curved like wave-marks on the sand.’ Lost Things by Paul Engle 1908-1991
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