Knotted fingers work their skill
Sculpting nature’s giants,
As passion flows through hands
Designed to make things new.
Hematic flow from skin to grain
Rekindles life anew,
This touch like cryptesthesia
Animation from the dead.
And now you try to steal this love
To touch another’s flesh,
To breathe life within a kiss
And raise an amaranthine army.
These hands show dried and lifeless
Now splintered from mis-use,
Cut from weeping saplings
And drowned in blood of men.
by CHRIS NELSON
© All rights reserved 2000-2019
Cheers, Tony, a much appreciated re-blog!
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Chris, we count ourselves lucky to be able to share such fine work with our readers! 😀
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I’m humbled that you think that.
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Nice one, thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading! 😀
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Wonderful arboreal imagery.
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Indeed! 🙂
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Good to see a poem from Chris here. Thank you Tati and Tony.
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We couldn’t pass this up, Mark. It was too good not to share!
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Love this. Evokes lots of emotion.
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It absolutely does. Thanks so much for reading. We hope you’ll click through to read more of Chris’s work! 🙂
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What a fine choice.
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We’re glad you think so. We think it’s fine too!
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I love how Chris writes.
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