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She Took My Hand

look at my hands, they're not
the hands of a fisherman
they're not the hands of a carpenter
look at my hands and tell me
how many miles do you feel
across deserts and plains, they're not
the plains of a hunter
they're not the deserts of a fleer
for days and nights of wandering, no, 
look at my hands, they're the
hands of a poet, they're the
hands of an observer
a connector of concepts
I have the hands 
of a moment with you

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Ink Empress

Date: 11/26/2023 9:44:00 AM

This is so beautiful i especially love the line “ look at my hands, they're the hands of a poet,“ what a line! And that whole ending really is brilliant. I always think hands of a man especially says so much and shows so much for some reason. Not sure why.. pleasure reading this clive. Sending you blessings always

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/26/2023 10:28:00 AM

Thanks for reading my poem IE, always appreciated

Daisy Meadows

Date: 11/26/2023 2:14:00 AM

A lovely poem. Well done.

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/26/2023 3:48:00 AM

Thanks Jeanette