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From Your Hands

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

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Date: 5/15/2022 12:35:00 PM
Enjoyed, perhaps because I once overheard my daughter saying what she remembered most about her childhood was my hands . . . .Aloha!
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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 5/15/2022 4:25:00 PM
I'm glad you enjoyed this one, Rico. Im sure your daughter thought of your hands as strong and loving which is a beautiful memory. Rhonda xx
Date: 5/15/2022 8:00:00 AM
Lovely penning Rhonda with nice rhyme and flow too. Keep writing again as you're a natural! Blessings, Gordon
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Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Date: 5/15/2022 11:05:00 AM
Thank you for all your visits today, Gordon. Enjoy your Sunday! Blessings to you, Rhonda xx