Hands
Abstruse hands crawling upon the horizon
Searching for a place to disembark
Hands of all shapes and colors waving together in a
bombastic throng shouting and screaming as they march along
Cold hands, warm hands
Nervous hands
Filthy hands
Shaky hands
Anxious hands
Painless hands
corrupted hands.
Wavering hands holding strong singing an unfamiliar song
Mothers holding babies on their milk-less breast looking
for a place to take a rest.
Fearful hands whispering, nimbly hands gallivanting
Poisonous hands holding cups high entrancing ambition on the other side
while delightful hands wave the elevated banner mesmerizing
the dark clouds above them and emptying the souls beneath.
Touchy hands, evil hands, weak hands, rough hands, dirty hands
grasped tight on defeated hands while trembling hands linger on.
Cancerous hands spread wide snatching at its prey as they go by
Long hands
Heavy hands
Big hands
Small hands
Cursed hands
All in a bubble ready to stir up dangerous trouble
roaming from valley to valley waving and banging sticks and shovel cursing
and swearing in the open.
Fearless hands, peaceful hands, blessed hands, hopeful hands, divine hands danced courageously with the victorious pack riding on horse backs.
Bloody hands dampens the earth with its musty sweat sinking deeper and deeper in a shadowy death.Defeated hands hanging on the pinnacle watching the globe spinning on a slippery slope. Hands carrying candles to the foot of the hill watching the universe on edge oh what a repulsive chill.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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