Hands

Hands

A Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror




A union of hands resemble, ribbons entwined

Soft white cotton sheets, still shadow our outline

Invited to fall or fly for surrenders design

Gifts of Faded silver and rings of gold beg for the blind



A season brings forth death in winters prime

Life lines hide my heart in a place even destiny can't find

Defeated sings strong, where do our hearts stand

The light of truth takes command, Dividing our hands



Refusing your suffrage, my tears are a mirror

Put away until the reflection is clear

Isolation stalks my dreams, where you still reach for me

Just another call in the dark bottomless sea



My heart still shines to desire

Hope, for the last true believer's

Survivor and forever

It Burns my face bright, to gaze in their fire light



No more soft whisper's or deafening demands

This careless reminisce flows over fingers like sand

And still I lie, not to love him again

My Love lies, there in his hands









© 2017 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror



Author's Note

TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror
Here I find Peace writing about the sad love story that is mine. I remember and write. Now the story is wrapped up all pretty in ribbons and bows, sitting on my highest shelf. This far away place where my beloved and I reside, we can never return from. If you are still reading thank you and God Bless.

Sheer Terror

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Gentle, powerful and beautiful words for love.
"No more soft whisper's or deafening demands
This careless reminisce flows over fingers like and
And still I lie, not to love him again
My Love lies, there in his hands"
When love is near. We depend on the kindness of another. Leave us weak. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Months Ago


captivating. every line a gem. you are so skillful and adept. such power, meaning and feeling wrapped into your deeply knitted words. held me from beginning to end. so much creativity inside of you. a treasure. bravo!

Posted 8 Months Ago


TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror

8 Months Ago

Thank you Pete.
No more soft whisper's or deafening demands
This careless reminisce flows over fingers like sand
And still I lie, not to love him again
My Love lies, there in his hands
I love these lines, Sheer Terror.
I loved the rhythm of this whole write and the usage of ribbon showing the entwining of hands and its vice versa.
Very nice :-)
Keep up the good writing.

Posted 10 Months Ago



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TerryDarcy-Ryan   akaSheerTerror
TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror

PHOENIX, AZ



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When I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..

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