They flow red

They flow red

A Poem by Latifa

looking into an old man's hands, I felt inspired


These rivers has a reverberant spirit.

A spirit that weaved into the famous tales

that choreographed

symmetrically, asymmetrically.

Mirroring the loops of time

only to break into linear outbursts,

only to comeback into the looping

and break it

once again.

symmetrically, asymmetrically

they choreographed.

piercing bulkly their detours through the clayish canvas,

signing their biography

with bold lines,

they shape their destiny

to shape us.

They flow heavy.

They flow red.

they flow decades.

Signing voluminously those respitory years of rythmic echoes.

I do not speak of the earthly rivers.

I speak of yours.

I speak of mine.

Those are in the shaping,

molding their solitary incarnation .

© 2016 Latifa

Author's Note

Noticing an old man's hands veins , it like noticing the life carving it's prints on us.

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What a richly painted image flowing through your words. It amazes me how much the hands can show about a life. Hoping you'll share more of these glimpses of the world through your poetic eyes.

Posted 4 Years Ago

wow, kind of insightful as well as emotional. nicely written

Posted 4 Years Ago

You've captured the spirit of life in these words.
Inspirational and Insightful. Brilliant portrait in the
form of poetry.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Wow that is one beautiful description. I had to read it twice to really digest everything you captured. Truly amazing! Keep up the beautiful descriptive language.

Posted 4 Years Ago


4 Years Ago

thank you for your encouraging review :)
Sometime one sits and waits as the reverence of your words bleed into me. I know these rivers, I have navigated the currents of time. So I thank you so much for this mirror of me, of you, of all mankind.



Posted 4 Years Ago


4 Years Ago

ooh your review warmed my heart with joy , thank you so much :)
Wow, this is so beautifully written. It felt like I am holding hands of my grandfather and see those veins.

Posted 4 Years Ago


4 Years Ago

I'm glad I have managed to deliver that imagery to you, thank you for the review :)
I always say hands tell stories much like the proved that here, beautifully insightful :)

Posted 4 Years Ago

Strong and worthwhile poetry my friend.
"I do not speak of the earthly rivers.
I speak of yours.
I speak of mine.
Those are in the shaping,
molding their solitary incarnation ."'
The above lines are perfect. You left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

Posted 4 Years Ago

the hands and eyes tell it all,the hands show the age,while the eyes shine
as the hands tell it all..a great piece

Posted 4 Years Ago

The hands carry, mold, shape, shake, slap, touch, pray, tell, wipe, reject, destroy, build and embrace...There is a canvas of time that run through them. You have done a marvelous observation and appreciation for those hands...:)...............

Posted 4 Years Ago


4 Years Ago

thank you for the review, my purpose in this piece was more to catch the veins of those hands, that .. read more
Sami Khalil

4 Years Ago

Wow. You are welcome. ....:)(())

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Added on August 26, 2016
Last Updated on August 27, 2016



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