Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.98

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

From your hands, a new sun rises full pink,       
then swathes golden thread in a gauffering      
of sky. Round, blue-gray clouds breathe on the brink   
of endless light, this cradled offering.                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Your hands, strong, weathered works of ancient art, 
both palms cupped, a church holding its people,   
radiate, soulful beating of a heart 
within, life aglow, stained-glass to steeple.       

Your hands, beginning, chisel earthy curves,    
reds of Sedona to Alaskan blues. 
Brushed in dew, one fingertip swirls and swerves                
after storms, creating dawn’s promised hues.    

Birthed on a horizon of moon-edged ink, 
from your hands, a new sun rises full pink.    



Written 5/14/22 
for: Orphan Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required