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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
Skillful and wise...
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully constructed.
ReplyDeleteThe eyes tell everything don't they:)
ReplyDeleteI love that you SAW pen pals ..... wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThe last four lines invite far closer inspection... :)
ReplyDeleteI am speechless!!
ReplyDeleteexistenialism
Now that's an ending. I kind of expected love found, and yet.... so nicely rebuked it seems. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteall is not lost! the infallible gods of lost hope are frauds :) love lives in a heart presumed dead
DeletePerfect!
ReplyDeleteWistful and wry.
ReplyDeleteMay all of the false gods be exposed.
ReplyDeleteA desolate ending, but true.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words - lovely!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Always an interesting write, Rene...
ReplyDeletei 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...
ReplyDeleteNicely written, Rene, and the image is amazing. I know we can be so close to those we love even when geography interferes.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem with an interesting, thought provoking ending.
ReplyDeleteI 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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