Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Her hands told me
grace with no rings

gestures so fluid
a minuet of fingers
they needed no rings
they needed nothing

manners can be learned
grace cannot
it's natural and nonchalant
never notices itself
Her hands told me

they were louder than the music
ballerinas attached to slender wrists
pas de deux of pink and smooth
Her hands told me.

I went deaf, could see her lips move
but suddenly understood
the words of an older language
fingertalk phalangeal verbs
Her hands told me.

All she had to do was crook her finger.

Okay now Lrod, this is some of your best writing.
I love this .....it's beautiful....
H

stunning LR, really beautiful writing. Hands can say alot about a person and to a person.

Loved this.

best one you have done in a long time
ain't it a bitch that you are only as good as your last poem

manners can be learned
grace cannot

One would hope, yes.

Nice poem.

thank you, ladies

(oops, you too truck)

look quick, I don't get mushy often

Thanks for posting this. Amazing writing, as everyone else has said. I'll be studying this for lessons for my own writing.