Sunday, February 08, 2009
Palm Trees
Like palm trees
Bending gracefully in the evening breeze
Your fingers…
I hold them…I suddenly feel at ease
With a gentle touch I see the wonders of a thousand seas
My heart…they open it…they have all the keys
I feel them, I see what no human sees
Magical they are…they can make the fire freeze
Wasn't it with his fingers that Jesus cured disease?
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3 comments:
"I hold them"... and then the whole world stops here!
Loved it ya Meto!
But the last analogy... I liked the rabt between her fingers and Jesus's in terms of both made wonders... but what I did not like was "cured disease".. tayeb what this has got to do with the imagery of magic and surrender that you've building throughout the poem?
Curing diseases was one of the miracles of Jesus and just by touching he was able to cure a lot, so with his fingers he did wonders... plus the rhyming needed the word disease:)
Thanks for your comments, you keep encouraging me
AHA! :D So that came from this?! I know now what I know, and you know now I know it!
I haven't ever seen the ingers of Jesus of Nazareth but I know another one from somewhere near the Nile, his fingers cure when they touch, even if they touch a pen or keys on a keyboard.
Go on Meto!
GO ON !
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