Monday, May 29, 2006

Shaping Hands

I envie those who can sculpt,
or draw from nature a few simple lines
that speak of art beyond my reach.

faucon
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SHAPING HANDS

I cannot show you a painting of my palm,
nor imprint pressed on a parchment page,
because my natural hand position
is outward – linked
as if placed on the head of a child.

The heart so formed by fingers and thumb
is called the Kalbadam,
though I know of this
only through mystic experience,
and a calling perhaps.

I care not what others might see
or interpret from lines or whorls,
for it’s not about me or what I think,
but of who I am today,
and that I can occasionally heal
or even save a life …

which is perhaps,
what my hands are for –
as I do not paint or sketch,
nor finger holes on a flute …

but can, through patient care
play a melody on another’s soul –

and that will have to do.

5 Comments:

At 5:08 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

ah and your hands are very nimble at spinning and weaving faucon

 
At 5:10 AM, Blogger BeetleBug said...

You seem to be always one dimension beyond each assignment.

 
At 5:34 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

Yes, beetlebug, the story of my life. Doesn't pay very well either. A programming assignment I was working on just got scuttled beacuse I was attempting to solve their problems, not just patch their immediate glitch. It is a failure perhaps -- asking "what is the other right answer?"

 
At 7:32 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

These words are very beautiful.

 
At 8:15 AM, Blogger BeetleBug said...

::passes faucon a shot and a beer::

 

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