The Hands of a Poet

The hands of a poet must be quite a site
Dancing out words to the paper they write
To wobble and wiggle as they scribble a rhyme
Whipping out their words that seem to mark time
Back and fourth across the paper with glee
Hoping to capture the whole memory
They must be strong yet gentle and kind
Exercised by words from the soul and the mind
Softened by love as they cuddle a pen
They spill out their words that are felt deep within
Even when thoughts are of nightmares and such
They will never be known without some poet's touch
Yes a poet's hands must be put to the test
If the thoughts and the feelings inside are to rest
Out on the paper for the whole world to see
I may be wrong but it seems right to me

Author: Douglas Q. Plew

The hand of Douglas Q. Plew