This week's prompt is from Tasha:
My prompt for this week is Hands: There are a number of ways his word can be used: Someone hands someone something, Hands the noun meaning appendages at the end of arms or workers on a ship- as in all hands on deck. Have fun however you wish to interpret the word, just use it in a poem or two!
My life has gotten insane again. I hate not posting. I am still working on poems for two older prompts including last week's, but they're both still half-formed. This is an old one but came up on my search of my poetry folder for hands and seems to fit. I will do better once tournament/demo season is over.
ReplyDeleteOUR SHOWER
naked in the shower
rushes of hot water
flow over me, rinse my
daily toil. my mind seems
to wash clean as well, of
everything but you.
my hands become your hands.
they slowly soap my breasts,
caress the slick round hills,
mold them to your fingers.
your hands, my hands, form soft
soap circles, they barely
touch the very tips of
responsive nippled peaks.
our hands slip on, down, to
explore my lower curves,
the soft round swell of my
woman’s belly, lather
my gentle slopes of hips
and find their way behind
to touch the tight, muscled
hummocks of my back side.
our fingers finally
find that gentle mound, stroke
the curly mass until
you find your way between
my thighs, seek that valley
of pleasure which will take
me to the edge and push
me over. your hands, our
hands, my hands, rinse my clean
body as i stand once
more alone, naked in
the shower, as rushes
of hot water flow down over
me, rinse my daily toil.
WTF! I have tried to reply twice and each time it bounced it. One more try and forget it! I found this beautifully written. Sensual without being so graphic it got disgusting as most sexual poetry tends to become.
Deleteyou girls are naughty ha ha. wish i had a shower like that - love - paul.
DeleteWooHoo! Sexy, sensual poem. Be interesting to see what Paul Fowler has to say about it.Very fine poem.
ReplyDeleteLike Victoria my week has been very stressful. Hurricane Florence became TS Florence but kept us stressed during the week as we waited to see which way it would go. Yes we got hit and a tree was blown down in our backyard, but we are safe and dry now. Flooding and trees down on a lot of roads but things will get back to normal. So I offer an older poem on this topic and promise to do better in the future.
ReplyDeleteHands
I hold your hand
soft and small
comfort
peace
all live there
in your palm
clasped within
your fingers grasp.
I hold your hand
cold and small
death
anger
linger there
hate survives
all hope died
within your grasp.
Wow. So powerful in so few words.
DeleteIndeed! Very touching.Sorry for the loss of your tree and glad you are safe.
Deletesometimes hope can slip through our hands bonita - love and handshakes - paul.
Deletegotta be quick. library ladies are tutting at me to leave.
ReplyDeleteTINY FINGERS, THAT LINGERS
her hands were cold as ice
though everything she did was nice
she died in my arms
her freezing hands on my face
we were gonna get married and buy farms
her tiny gloves covered in lace
her hands never made me feel cold
but her lust for life made me feel old
touching tends to linger
still wear the ring she got for my little finger
deliberately caught her flu
so it could be me and you
i wanted her germs after she had been picking her tiny nose
if she'd lived......suppose.....suppose.....suppose
call me old fashioned, but i loved holding her hand
while we lay in the sun and got tanned.
seriously? you had to talk about her picking her nose? lol... this was a sweet poem up to that line … nice write.
DeleteMust agree with Bonnie, lose the nose...sweet poem, I think you could with a little work have a really great poem.It begins well and then when you speak of her flu and onward,it tails off. Just a thought to ponder if you wish,...
Deletewell she did pick her nose. i didn't mind. i would have picked it for her. in fact....eeerrr no, i wont go in to that - thanks bonita. leave your nose alone ha ha - paul.
Deletethanks tash. the point i was making was if there was anything wrong with her, i wanted it to be wrong with me too, so i knew how she felt. i couldn't catch the disease that killed her. it's a blood condition, called reynards disease....but i wanted to - love and peace - paul.
Deletethe point we are making is like sexual poetry doesn't have to be so graphic it becomes disgusting neither did this. there are more beautiful ways of expressing love and wanting to share everything.
Deleteaaawww i liked the way she picked her nose ha ha.
DeleteMITTENS
ReplyDeletepicture a girl naked
except for
white fuzzy mittens
in your window
snow on the ground below
boys packing
snowballs look up and
see more than you
as she spreads her arms her
bosoms bell
as she claps her hands
the muffled sound
scarcely carries to you
her bottom
sways flattens rebounds
imagine her
belly before she turns
it’s soft like
Marilyn Monroe’s
and you’ll only
see it for a second
she’s gone by
blowing you a kiss
brushing your cheek
with her white white mittens
omg! this is beautiful!!!
DeleteYes it is, and most original as well. Nice one and very evocative.
Deletethat sort of thing doesn't happen around her in the winter tad ha ha - lovely write - paul.
DeleteI love to sound of the mittens clapping. Beautiful.
DeleteHands of My Life
ReplyDeleteGrandmother’s hands hold pennies,
a treasure, she holds her hands over mine.
"Hold fast all I give you," she says three times.
I open my hands and receive her bounty.
My mother’s hands work hard every day.
They pluck feathers from fresh killed hens,
Stir jellies and preserves, pull weeds.
Her hands are happier engaged in art.
My children’s hands held mine for a while
Too soon they tugged away and hurried off
to grow into the adults they became.
Now with those same hands they create.
My beloved’s hands both soothe away aches,
and caress my body with their hunger.
These strong capable hands wash dishes
and vacuum from a heart of love.
My hands, full or empty reach to the next task
or new way to do what was done before
ready to accept or to give freely
typing my life onto pages in words.
Yes, I love this one. The children's hands stanza really does stand out.
DeleteTasha this is beautiful! I love each verse but especially verse three. that one put a lump in my throat. wonderfully written.
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