dVerse Poets Quadrille

A hand covers mine warmly
soft veins like rivers run across the top,
rutted roads from hard work grow
fingers always ready to offer help—
a squeeze in a child’s chubby palm
expressions rise from these hands
as hearing fades, only
gestures convey meaning




14 thoughts on “dVerse Poets Quadrille

  1. Beautiful sensory poem. A warm squeeze of a warm hand can mean the world.
    P.S. Will you please check your link at Mr. Linky? It took me to the main post prompt instead of your poem. I had to come directly here to find your poem.

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