Ten-tipped finger prints
rivers of plenty
with finger nail paddle
I row through gently
A challenge to plot possible paths
a curve in the wind
waves in my mast
wooden sextant tinder
measures the webbing between your fingers
I raise your fist for my flag
and sail with faith
knowing the map is the palm of your hand
Not sure if I like the title. Good thing though, on my adventure through the crack of their hands I didn't run into any palm pirates, thank Poseidon.
Everything about this is stirringly odd, and I love odd things. But one exception is the very last line, in honesty I just don't feel it fits. But that's just an opinion.
I love the sea imagery, it's so cool!
I love the imagery in this poem!
This is quite lovely!
yeah it was one of my better ones thanks you as always
i really like this poem. its about every hand telling its own tale. it deep.im speechless.
Heheh, and odyssey, perhaps?
every hand tells the tell-tale
I like this!