Wednesday, September 11, 2013

come with me


when I put my hands together
and I cup them
they hold what came before
what has become
much room left
to hold what will be

if you take my hand
you can come with me

8 comments:

  1. What a welcoming feeling in this and a hopefulness that though things have past, there is room for more to come.

    Thank you my friend, for always stopping by and leaving such wonderful comments on my work. I am so flattered and look forward to them~

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  2. I totally agree with aka_andrea....this is such an optimistic poem!

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  3. So lovely. "Much room left to hold what will be". May those hands runneth over!

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  4. Awwww, this really makes me wish I had someone to hold hands with, but also reminds me there is someone out there wishing they could hold my hand too. :)

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  5. This poem says so much in its brevity. I love the central image - it is very striking.

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  6. A simple poem that will stay with me for days. Your hands, full empty full... this really resonates for me, the dreams in one's hands. Amy

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