My Hand
Labels:
bluegrass,
crop circles,
god,
my hand,
naquillity,
poesaics,
stigmata,
stonehenge
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With protruding white nails that
Protect the soft pink flesh of my fingertips.
My eyes follow the cleft ridge
On my right thumbnail, imagining the next
Hand and foothold through
Its lifeline, long as my own.
I carry the map of two marriages
And, one child upon this strange Caucasian land
Where I’ve circumnavigated my way around
Its perimeter with steady weight.
I dug inside its rich, bluegrass roots
And came out dry on the other side
Amidst a veined crop circle-
This blueprint of
Just visible beneath my skin.
I start my search back to the beginning
Through knuckle-white mysteries
To find where God took my hand once,
Leaving signs of Stigmata
Upon the center of my palm.
Note: I do not have the power to perform a stigmata. I used the word stigmata to represent a scar I received as a child. I was trying to climb a muddy hill and couldn't. So, I decided I would hit a board that was lying there with my hand. When my hand came down on the board it hit a rusty nail and punctured my palm. I now have a small white scar in the center. I am sorry if my use of Stigmata upsets anyone who comes to read my blog. That was not my intention.
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1 comment:
paisley said...
i really enjoyed this michelle.. and this line:
Through knuckle-white mysteries
really took it home for me... i can identify so much with tat exact feeling... scared to death,, but wont stop till i know.....
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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Blogger Remiman said...
Michelle,
Neat the way you see your history and future in your hands.
They are one of the things that set us apart in this world.
rel
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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Blogger J.C. Montgomery said...
I love the imagery of what has been, what is, and what could be.
Have a beautiful day Michelle!
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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Blogger Scott Clawson said...
Very nice Michelle! An intimate look at your hands and their journey, so interconnected and perceptive. Thanks for sharing it with us!
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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Blogger Leigh Lear said...
michelle, this is beautiful. i love the imagery, and hands are such a telling part of our body, you really hit home with this.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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Blogger lissa said...
you have written and shared parts of yourself here, great imaginary
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
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Anonymous Marcia (MeAugraphie) said...
Michelle, I really think this is quite brilliantly written!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
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Blogger Greyscale Territory said...
This is just so lovely how your hands become your lifeline and your journey.
Gemma
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
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Anonymous onemorebeliever said...
it is a beauty michelle ..."my hand is an amulet of strength.." ..i will now look at my hands in a totally different light...
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
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