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Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher
via Magpie Tales


from across the table
the world
your words
meet my eyes
and stir my soul

how easily they reach
across latitudes
and oceans
across mountains
and time
across cities
and down herd paths

how urgently
they wind up the streets
of my heart and marrow
unlocking doors
and lighting fires

from across the table
the world
your words
expose the infallible gods
of lost hope
as astronomical frauds

Rene ~ 2013

For Him and Her


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  1. BerowneAugust 5, 2013 at 4:58 AM

    Skillful and wise...

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  2. UnknownAugust 5, 2013 at 6:00 AM

    Very beautifully constructed.

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  3. TigerbriteAugust 5, 2013 at 8:49 AM

    The eyes tell everything don't they:)

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  4. HelenAugust 5, 2013 at 9:35 AM

    I love that you SAW pen pals ..... wonderful!

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  5. JinksyAugust 5, 2013 at 10:48 AM

    The last four lines invite far closer inspection... :)

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  6. gautami tripathyAugust 5, 2013 at 11:09 AM

    I am speechless!!

    existenialism

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  7. PhotoDictionAugust 5, 2013 at 11:14 AM

    Now that's an ending. I kind of expected love found, and yet.... so nicely rebuked it seems. Well done :)

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    1. UnknownAugust 5, 2013 at 10:37 PM

      all is not lost! the infallible gods of lost hope are frauds :) love lives in a heart presumed dead

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  8. Dances With VodkaAugust 5, 2013 at 7:20 PM

    Perfect!

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  9. Buddah MoskowitzAugust 6, 2013 at 1:25 PM

    Wistful and wry.

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  10. UnknownAugust 6, 2013 at 4:27 PM

    May all of the false gods be exposed.

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  11. TrellissimoAugust 6, 2013 at 11:52 PM

    A desolate ending, but true.

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  12. hyperCRYPTICalAugust 7, 2013 at 6:12 AM

    Beautiful words - lovely!
    Anna :o]

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  13. Tess KincaidAugust 7, 2013 at 12:11 PM

    Always an interesting write, Rene...

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  14. Brian MillerAugust 7, 2013 at 10:12 PM

    i do believe love does live in the hearts of those thought dead...perhaps the fraud is in thinking it dead...its pretty cool the connections we make across the globe as well...

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  15. VictoriaAugust 8, 2013 at 1:25 PM

    Nicely written, Rene, and the image is amazing. I know we can be so close to those we love even when geography interferes.

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  16. UnknownAugust 9, 2013 at 11:19 AM

    A lovely poem with an interesting, thought provoking ending.

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  17. Carrie Van HornAugust 10, 2013 at 2:47 PM

    I remember having one as an older child....it was such a hopeful and wonderful experience you captured it beautifully here Rene!!

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