Sunday, April 19, 2015

New Poem

Hamsa Blue

It is a blind man's bluff

A curse from lips

To eyes

To hands, never idle

A playground free of deviltry

And though I walk through the valley

I see no evil

Lest I point at God

       As I try to touch the sunset

       Read the colors of Starry Night

       Wipe away your tears with my fingertips

Too many pocket smothered moments

Too many views pressed coldly on window panes

Too many closed fisted days of blind rage

       Deep breath

       Count to ten

       Unclench and release

Eyes open

Hands open

This curse to ward off curses

No wink

No smile

Like having eyes in the palms of your hands

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