tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-342354432024-02-20T03:26:02.933-08:00The Poetry Within the Fool<img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i101/lexstexs/top.jpg" >HRG (Bama G)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030857173610794977noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34235443.post-38292182793606519132013-04-25T17:21:00.003-07:002013-04-25T18:18:59.182-07:00Hands of Time<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">These hands…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once reached out<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To grasp </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My father’s own,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In my very first days</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And later</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Reached down</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To my own</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Little ones’</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As they sought me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">These hands,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once nimble</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And quick enough</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To thread a needle,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Have glided</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Across miles</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of fabric and lace,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Have sewn finery</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For all <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>my little
ones,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And their little ones,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And even those</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Little ones, still.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">These hands,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Whose fingertips</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Have brushed away bangs,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wiped away</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Tears and smudges,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Caressed cheeks,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Plucked out thorns,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Splinters,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bee stings,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">These hands</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Held my babies,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Soothed their aches</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When they stumbled,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Socked their feet</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When they were cold,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rubbed their backs</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When they were tired,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Felt their foreheads</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When they were ill.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Time is cruel</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To these lovely tools ,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">They have become</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Somewhat mangled,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I cannot </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Easily hold</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Needle and thread,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Caress a cheek,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Smooth a wrinkle,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mend a tear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The skin colored</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">With spots of dark</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And light,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">From <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>many hours</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve spent</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Holding hands</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the sun,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pushing swings,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rescuing from trees,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hanging linens</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On the line,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Holding fishing poles,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Picking flowers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once supple,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now like parchment,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cross hatched</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Like fine watercolors,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Draped</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">O</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">ver spindly twigs,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Spidery</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Blue lines criss-cross</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Over them,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As though</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Abandoned</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Railway stations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The feeling</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Gone from <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tips,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nails yellowed</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Like the pages</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of many <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>books</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once read aloud,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Over and over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><br />
<o:p></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Time is so unkind…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To these wonderful hands of mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Lies the tortured soul<br />
Lurking in the shadows<br />
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Within the woman<br />
Lies the Angry child<br />
Never spoken for<br />
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Within the heart<br />
Lie the scars inflicted<br />
Tears silent but falling<br />
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Within me <br />
Lie the words <br />
Longing to be spoken<br />
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Behind the tolerance<br />
Lies the anger<br />
Resentment pushed down<br />
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Heartbroken I waver <br />
Between Forgiveness<br />
And unspoken indignities<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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