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In Cupped Hands

In cupped hands you hold a world of scented butterflies
where time hangs from a golden thread spun with tears and night
where nasturtiums grow from seeds of laughter 
and there is warmth over the rainbow.

In cupped hands you see a castle hovering in the air
with domes of silver pointing toward a world that lies beyond
with long-drawn windows shaped like almond eyes 
that wink and call upon a winding wind.

In cupped hands you preserve an unspoken dream
that is stilled in a cosmos pool dappled with sunlight 
that may all be lost with just a jerk of your fingers
and shatter into illusions of watercolor paintings.

In cupped hands you nestle the lost ending to a song
In cupped hands you hold a glimpse of what is real.

Copyright © Grace EunSong Lee

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  1. Date: 6/22/2010 7:18:00 AM
    Wonderful imagery in this awesome poetry, Grace! Excellent job. Ruben.

  1. Date: 6/22/2010 6:01:00 AM
    It is a pleasure to be reading your poetry this morning Grace. Wishing you a wonderful day filled with an overload of inspiration. Hoping you will challenge yourself to use all the inspiration which you may receive today. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/21/2010 10:07:00 PM
    This poem has such great imagery....going from nasturtiums growing from seeds of laughter, to testing imagination and letting everything mix with the river below. Is this for that contest with the reflection in cupped hands? I saw a blog by the sponser that she has read some great entries that exceed the 14 line maximum. I could be wrong though. Regardless, this is a wonderful poem indeed! Chris.