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painting without hands
by Vere Mantratriadafter the fall of you
I found little push in
the movement of oceans
and scarce inspiration
in the talk of leaves
my skin scurried from
my curves and bones
creaked anytime I
pulled them from
holding my comforts in
I have willed my fear
to enclose my suffering
and feared my encasement
to suffer my will
and so near the end
I find myself
painting without hands
and feeling without heart 08/05/2006 Author's Note: title from Michael A. Smith
Posted on 08/06/2006
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| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/06/06 at 10:42 AM "and so near the end
I find myself
painting without hands
and feeling without heart"
as long as it brings creation, it is like MArtha jailbird Stewart would say....A GOOD THING
which this is very much, I really enjoyed this the recreation caused by devastation.
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| Posted by Julie Adams on 08/09/06 at 04:42 PM I love this piece too...the imagery is fresh and alive, talking to the reader (no pun intended)...the meat of the imagery is found in the first half of the poem, but the second half seems to mirror the idea expounded on in that section, "painting without hands"...the writer is kind of painting without images at that point...you feel some loss at the end, perhaps loss of innocence...the beginning "shows" the reader whereas the end attempts to explain...great title too...a pleasure...intruiging piece, I hope I haven't said(read into it) too much...peace, jewels |
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