The hand of justice is firm like the handshake of a president. The hand of poetry can be like the hands of a pianist, long tapering fingers to light the torch of romance in your heart.

Poets see the truth and God is a Poet too-well done

'Is justice not already written, carved in our bones by the poet's hand?'----------I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

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absolute truth is the pursuit of many, poets included - yet only poets appear to posses a lust to express it in cryptic, absolute terms - being the anomalous lot that we are is perhaps reason enough to explain the exigency that seems to drive us to that goal - interesting, introspective rendering Axilia - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael

Axilea,
Beautiful, a poets hand has many sides. Love this!

Many blessings,
+Linda

Yes! This is marvelous and resonant,and
I'm going to miss you!
Don't be away long, Blessings xx
Christine

Carvings by the hand of a poet, on display from the heart~

So are we considering the politics of poetry or the poetry of politics - or both? And yet, this reminds me of the ebb and flow of the countervailing forces of the Tree of Life. Neat write Axilea.

Like a passage of gravitas that Socrates may have thought as he waited for the Hemlock to take effect... always smiling, they say. Even his last request to Crito was with his habitual nature of fairness and justice: "Crito, we owe a cock to Asclepius. Do pay it. Don't forget." As usual, your work offers a surface contemplation of the deeper sub text. Thank for posting.

I don't find much poetic justice. Justice is blind and controlled by corrupt lawyers. Poets see the truth and reveal it to the dismay of justice.

Ron

Soft and wondering, and well, wonderful. Answer-- yes, I believe it is. I think there's an ethics code written in us all, so that we know when we've done wrong. Why else would we feel guilty? I like to think that God is a Poet--food for thought, and I love it. --Charlie

Poetry is a type of therapy for some...we,poets envoke everyday going on's into our writings and those who read take what they need off that page and carry it with them. Enjoyed throughly,Axilea!

Deborah

Axilea ~
Exceptional poetry ~ carved in our bones by the poet's hand.

Lady Mary Ann

This poem is inspired and inspirational in a humanitarian sense... good solid imagery and sense to convey the need for rootedness in a rootless, shiftless sandstorm of an Age... hope your travel adventures are exciting (but not too much) and enjoyable in the extreme! Good to see you back here at AD. See ya.

Roger

I love it... short and sweet,...........that, I feel it in my bones...good work

Justice by another name is inconsistency. Poets are moved by their so-called Muses, and sometimes, according to events happening in the poet's lives the Muse will aid and abet a poetical misuse of the word flow. Does justice, or rather maybe karma lurking in the shadows and will brand you with their version of justice?

self sustaining, to live and die by the s.word we wield,.. enjoyed your blend of moral equation,come earth and wind.. nice piece, luka

There exists an inner yearning within poets to find, recognize and express truth. This piece alludes to that place and is self descriptive of this partiular author. Good job.