Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Husbandman's Hands

cradle soft my soul
whisper to me, low and bold
tethering your remedies
‘round my wounded heart with
nimble words, you sew,
with tight roped attentiveness
through the dangerously delicate
muscle of my heart


while quietly praying for a miracle 







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There is clear vulnerability and abstract ambiguity which make this a very interesting poem to read. Thanks.
Apryl, this is gorgeous. Emotive and tightly composed.
wow...very nice...the sewing up of the heart....with attentiveness...that def goes a long way...
Aww... sweet.
Very depthful write. I wonder what kind of miracle is needed.
After reading I felt, he had to be super careful in healing your heart. Possibly 'cause he broke it. Nice write.
So vulnerable...love the 6th line "with tight roped attentiveness"-- nice. ~peace, Jason
Love it so proud of you.
sounds very caring and written with a sensitive voice
Nice to read your work
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Apryl, what a beautiful and gentle write. Is this a sonnet? I know now I sound like an idiot, but I am not familiar with all forms.

Pamela
Beautiful vulnerability in this...a wonderful poem.

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