In Gently Cupped Hand

In Gently Cupped Hand

When flowers fall down from heaven
floating toward tumultuous land
I know not where fragility ends
as I’m caught in gently cupped hand

Vapors exhume in darkness
but vapor of breath am I
Weapons circle sharp around me–
foreign child fallen from sky

Living among others embattled
Born to laugh and to cry
Fighting and bleeding, breathing–
a Battling until I die

The heart drums a distinct pattern
The breaths, a measured rate
The rhythm, set by the leader
The song, that of my own fate

I laugh among rushes and fields
I sing with clouds and creek
I dance with white robed angels
‘Til I find the country I seek

The days, harmonic melody
of movements and stanzas of rest
Chords of truth strum the soul deep
‘til I reach my lifelong quest

Tho’ heart breaks from cacaphony
and weeps in hostile land–
yet hopes in songs of cloud maker
and is healed in gently cupped hand

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Sharing with d’Verse and Imperfect Prose
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10 Responses to In Gently Cupped Hand

  1. timeless. such beauty and heartache in your words and yet, hope lingers. Love the pace, perfect for the subject. I could almost hear my own heartbeat! Nice pen!

  2. brian miller says:

    my fav stanza was…I laugh among rushes and fields
    I sing with clouds and creek
    I dance with white robed angels
    ‘Til I find the country I seek

    because it is the hope in the midst that you reference in the last stanza…nice…

  3. ayala says:

    Beauty, pain and hope, all strung together beautifully.

  4. tinkwelborn says:

    rich with meanings and beautifully used language…pain & hope….Powerful poem.

  5. Poets Rally says:

    reflective, masterful delivery.

    Hello,
    How is your day?

    Glad to land here,
    Amazing poetic muses shared,
    Smiles.

    Welcome joining us for poets rally week 57,
    A random poem or a free verse is okay.
    Hope to see you in.

    Happy Thursday.
    xoxox

  6. really really beautiful! i love it, your writing is lovely xxxx so glad i found you from the imperfect prose linkup xxxx

  7. “foreign child fallen from the sky.” this stole me away. exquisite prose.

  8. beautiful. so comforting!

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