Tag Archives: Abstract Poetry

The Life of a Hand

An extended hand
So small
Yet ready to grow
Eagerly awaiting another to join
To fill it’s clasp with another
Warm and loving
Full of age and wisdom
Lessons for future situations
Wanting what’s best for
Those five fingers and palm
Suspended in the air.
As times gone by
That hand has felt
Numerous other things
And feelings
Interlocking fingers with your first love
Tying your hair back for another day at school
Holding that lipstick your mother
Told you you were too young for
Holding the pen you used to write in
Your diary
A collection of hand movements
Ordered by the mind.
And now it lays their
Still in motion
As you fall asleep
Centimeters away from
A hold you adore
A hold that makes your feel safe
And lets you forget the edges of your vision
For what seems like a forever
That once new soft hand
Rugged with memories of
Pain and love
Lust and loss
That hand once again extended
Knowing the world
And the person
It hopes to join.

The Beach that Moved Me

Painting from the Netflix TV Series The Maid

I danced on the beach

the sand beneath

providing a familiar warmth

a residing sign of the

sun’s presence

the wind held my hand

and flicked through my hair

like my parents looking

through a photo album

trying to reconcile faded

memories

in a still so colourful mind.

No one else stood by

Or sat for that matter

I knew I was dancing

simply by the rhythmic shuffling

of my feet.

A vast blue ocean

danced alongside me

its waves doing the

salsa

or was it the flamenco?

I could never tell the difference.

I was alone

yet equally accompanied

by the positive thoughts

that echoed throughout my body

I was home again.

Birds in a Field

Together we feel safe

A blanket of white

Tucked softly over a grass field

All safe in thought

Until someone breaks off in angst.

That’s life

One moment you’re safe and warm

And the next you’re fleeing

Running next to those who you thought

Were just as secure as you.

Free fall is fun

You get to learn most about

yourself when you’re falling.

Flying is like falling sideways

You still have the feeling of wind

between your feathers

but you just don’t know you’re

Still headed towards your death.

The Seagull

You’re confused

This isn’t your usual surrounding

Where are the waves

Where’s your blurry reflection

No life below

Not life that you would recognise

Or at least want to

Gliding effortlessly as ever

In a space that isn’t yours

You follow a route

Made to lead some where

But equally no where

No longer vast

Or expansive

And limitless

You choose a journey dictated for you.

You should have stayed

But perhaps an experience awaits

One that involves growth

Even if it isn’t right for you.

So keep moving,

Gliding

Even if where you’re headed

Will lead you

No where.