THE
HAND
Lovingly it cradles
the delicately grooved
wine glass;
stretched flat it strokes
warm, smooth fur
and ruffles clean, clipped hair;
limbs curved
it caresses
silky, young skin
and clasps
the soft firmness
of an orange;
pincer like
it grasps
the fluent pen.
Gentle as a breeze
fondling the velvet softness
of a virgin snowdrop's petals,
yet bruising as a rock
smashing wood asunder -
nature's miracle
is mankind's puzzle.
Copyright ©
Helena Harper 2009
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