Showing posts with label stigmata. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stigmata. Show all posts
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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