His Hands Are Birds

His Hands Are Birds

A Poem by Aquatic Chocolate
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This was inspired by a friend who is always very expressive with his hands.

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His Hands Are Birds


He motions everything,

His hands are birds

Caught in a hurricane,

Blood-pumping hearts

And frail, fidgety wings


He motions everything,

Like a toddler

Finger-paints his words

In blocks of blue and green,

Seeks rainbows,

Plants treasure

Where none is.


His hands are birds,

Pale, wordless birds,

As the sudden slant

Of a seagull,

Plants a single

Exclamation mark

Across an aching

Skin-white sky,

Leaves earth

And trees and branches

Breaking and trembling

Wordless

And bird-like,

He motions

Everything.



© 2013 Aquatic Chocolate


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Great poem and tribute to your friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Aquatic Chocolate
Aquatic Chocolate

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