Holding Hands

Holding Hands

A Poem by Crowley

Holding hands is often the first and last thing we do with someone we love
Our true nature coveting the branching of root and leaf, nut and seed
When I held yours for the first time, doubt was cleared, your fingers were magic
The last time was filled with doubt until you could no longer hold, slipping, winking, finality

When I think of all the times I held your hand in between, I contemplate the meaning of love
And hope that there is someone holding your hand until you pierce the veil and start anew
Until then I vow to hold as many hands as I can in the hope of your return, I will know
And wonder where the time has gone and what you will be thinking when time loosens my grip


© 2019 Crowley


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Gee
If I could be granted only one wish it would be that my good lady wife hold my hand and catch my last breath breathed.
A beautifully sad, contemplative write Cowley. Top writing

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crowley

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much. that is a beautiful sentiment as well. Hope your New Year is progressing nicely!.. read more
Gee

1 Year Ago

All good thanks, hope you had a good Christmas and 2019 is happy and healthy for you and your kin
This is a thought-full pause for me. I AM looking into your words and tying them to my vision... and realities ...memories. The first four lines - I have lived and remember and pause as necessary to renew.

But the last four "feel" more of an anger needing release rather than of any Love returning ...least to me.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris

1 Year Ago

Just being "real" - you're good and deserve no less.
Crowley

1 Year Ago

I definitely listen to you. Last time I believe I opted to remove the curse words from one of my pi.. read more
Chris

1 Year Ago

words have a place, meaning, tone, and spirit. Cursing NEEDS reason for its impact not mere shock v.. read more
Utterly beautiful and amazing

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crowley

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for stopping by!!! I really appreciate it!
when I can swallow the lump in my throat.. I will tell you just how good these words are and true... N

Posted 1 Year Ago


Neville

1 Year Ago

it was bloomin freezing.. snow and hail and Mount Etna erupting but oh' the grub was good.....
Crowley

1 Year Ago

Damn....that is uncomfortable and scary. But I can only imagine the food....my waistline is expandi.. read more
Neville

1 Year Ago

I so enjoy travelling.. its how I measure time.. from one trip to the next one... and yep I know pre.. read more
The power of a beautiful gesture. The sadness of lost and the meaning of touch and love. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crowley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading!!!! I am glad you liked it!!
There is beauty in the simplest of gestures, holding hands being one of them. Certainly one to keep in mind forever.
'when time loosens my grip' - I love the gentle acceptance and the thought provoking tone in this one.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crowley

1 Year Ago

Doc!!!! Its been awhile!! Thanks so much for stopping by and validating my sentimental mood yesterda.. read more
Your voice in this poem speaks to my heart Crowley. Yes, the holding of hands at beginning and end is so loving and sacred. It is tribal, primal, human. It is universal. From first to last line, you impart a wisdom gained only from deep personal experience. Your words are a vow, a promise, an oath of deepest bond, extending beyond “the veil” of this life. They resonate with me as I feel these emotions for my beloved ones who have crossed over. Like you, I too hope that there is someone holding their hands. Thanks for this write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Another wonderful romantic and thoughtful poem. I love this. It is cerebral, yet soft.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crowley

1 Year Ago

Thanks Lyn...trying to break out of the writing doldrums lately. I appreciate the review!!!
This has such a sentimental beauty Cee! Endings and new beginnings...so appropriate for the first week of this year. i wont get squishy cause I might cry ...so instead Ill smile at the beautiful serenity of it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crowley

1 Year Ago

Yeah, squishy usually not my MO, but trying to get back on board. Thanks Q!!!!
There is something so innocent and tender about holding hands. Such a loving thing to do. I love the sentiment expressed in your lines Crowley. Reminds me of holding my Dad's hand as a kid, and holding hands with my brother as he departed this world. Thank you for this.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Crowley

1 Year Ago

That is what I was thinking Christine. Thanks for the review, it is much appreciated.

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