Can I reveal to you my gestures
through this writing.
I want to show you my hand,
As it rests now in my lap,
Fingers softly curled,
Upturned like a cup.
As the other makes these shapes
Which I will later tap tap type
with two stiff fingers.
Read them now and retrace
That path of meaning, back
through keypad, paper, pen
hands, lap, arms
Back to the point
of its conception
Back to this moment
Which was right.
We can adjust the rest
Later.
Monday, November 26, 2007
The Right Moment
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Labels: amanda joy poetry, poetry
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6 comments:
Brilliant writing!
An intimate guided meditation into creation. Lovely!
Michel and Henry.. thankyou so much.. so great to see both of your art and poetry in here also..
x
i finally sorted myself out an got over here... i am very glad I did.. it is lovely to see your writing here.
much love
V
Love it! I like the slant rhymes and echoes, and the way it moves.
Btw, ha ha, glad you too type with two fingers!
Where have you gone to Amanda Joy? I miss you.
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