Hands that often tell what words do not...in appearance, in movement and in touch. When I read you work, I'm often in awe at your choice of words and how you put them together. You truly are a poet, Jude.

The hand that drives the Quill is mightier than the Sword! :)
Ch'erie

It's the hands of the poet that enriches the blank page.
Excellent pen!

Hands are endlessly fascinating and DO indeed seem to have a life of their own. But these are hands we all recognise and love; they are familiar and known to us, yet strange and beguiling. We are intimate with them - they fit us hand in glove - and yet they can also be hands of awe and trepidation. In short, they are the hands of our many selves, our many lives, past and present. Hands that are and are not our own. The most important thing about hands, perhaps, is that we can hold them. In that way, they speak volumes each to the other as they interleave and intertwine, expressing much that is of a language all their own. Hands only live to communicate, and perhaps we all feel like we've caught the vision here of your revelatory virus. I like such hands as these! :)) xx

two of our most often utilized, non-verbal communication tools, the hands -- they reach out and tell a thousand tales of who we are -- they move in articulate gestures to emphasize and aid in our verbal expressions -- hands, tools that lend help and compassion -- this is such a fresh and richly descriptive perspective Jude -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael

A poet's poem of thought and reflection that opens up the mind and heart to what the word of a writer is...
Fee

Hands, one of the tools for communication and skill to present themselves into a world of the unknown and soar into the beyond...

Be always safe,
Karen

Awesome write hands always tell a story

Just look deeply, hands fills with calloused from

Writing or hard work

Hands are humans skillful

Survival tool

There’s always a story behind this hands

Just listen

Excellent write!!

Sending you Peace Love and Light…Yolie

ditto Amber's comment, the hands have touched upon many senses

When I read your works Jude I always wonder how much labor went into poems that flow so effortlessly. I'm enriched by each one I read. This is my new favorite of yours.
Write On,
Marcia

You give the reader much to reflect upon with your verses, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

The hands tell so much. You tell it well.

Have been thinking about my hands lately. I had to change the picture on Jailhouse Blues [photographer wanted a link] to one of me at 24. My hands have not changed since then--no wrinkles, soft, pink, perfect nails--could it be lack of wear and tear? My paralyzed hands were filmed in 1964. I wonder what those doctors would say if they could see them now [they are probably all dead and the film is lost].

Ron

Another great write Jude. I read so much through each line. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

thought provoking and beautifully written

The wisdom of a thousand lifetimes flow through his fingertips, applying lessons, not understood, to this season of his life. It is like the echo of the Great Spirit that rebirths as each grain of sand moves across the mesa. Universally we are one and the strength of each parallel self can be funneled into our every movement and our every thought. Excellent writing, Jude...a lot for me to wrap my cobwebbed mind around, so early in the morning.
Take care,
Sherry

It talks about a dark room with a half way burning candle, of ink and quill, of inspiration that lends a hand from another times to write through universal eons that, that your heart won't give.

Georg

mesmerizing,mind blowing poem...especially the last stanza makes me think of those who write of shape-shifting etc as an actuality, your thoughts "swooping in from another time when his hands were not his own" makes my mind envision that all things are possible...Fabulous writing Jude!...love, ET

Ooh, like this...especially the hands "universally etched with lifelines of death and rebirth" and the scribe reference in the last stanza. That "visionary virus" might be DNA flowing through generations-knowledge imprinted and passed on in the cells. Saved. Very fine!

I feel as though you are describing anyone that is a writer, sometimes your hands fly like an eagle and write like the wind.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Sounds like you are speaking of the self...ed

Fascinating write & journey.............