POEM: PALM OIL
In the palms of our hands we held
the ways to uncork and throttle
The spirit of creativity
in thought word and deed
We looked at how the cylinder
was exalted (neat and coddled)
Like a bottled genie
In a waiting room wishing to be free
In all the lines and subtle shapes
that have yet to be discovered
We nurtured the hidden parts
as a pregnant mother
We knew the birth of truth beauty
and goodness was foretold
The archival pen was born
crying ink myrrh and gold
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the beauty of palm in the hand hahah that's a great one
Thanks @blazing! 🙂
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