Hands Stained Ink

Hands Stained Ink

Written by Adam M. Snow

Hands stained ink

of black and red.

On the brink

of what was said,

"To entwine our fate

before all is dead,

that which drives elate,

be without dread."

But oh weary hearted,

that from which the fingertips bled.

Lest not your words departed,

that your canvas be fed.

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Reviews

[Sukriti Suki]

Well said. Lets not stop till we say all that we need to say, I just hope that we are understood.

[Ted Kniffen]

Oh for those days when our fingertips were ink stained and not blistered from pounding a keyboard. Writers know our veins run thick with ink & our brains are filled with useless information that, every now and then, flows onto a page and makes something other than gibberish.

A good write, Adam

[SleeplessVolcano]

Great imagery created with this, and now I'm not referring to the image!

To feed a canvas with bleeding fingertips.....now that image makes me want to run to my imaginary easel....:)

[guy drori]

The picture certainly adds to this piece. I like it . . .

[Coyote Poetry]

The words alive and so damn good. I had to read again.
"To entwine our fate
before all is dead,
that which drives elate,
be without dread."
The above lines could stand alone. Thank you Adam for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

This is nicely written. I could not help think of Bram Stoker Dracula crossed with Dorian Gray. A lover's pact for all eternity! I really liked it!

[wordman]

thoughts to ponder on,get it out while you can