What would you do, if I gave you my fingers?
Would you touch the untouchable?
Would you tickle the fancy of gargoyles hewed
Out of stone,
Chiseled out - by these sharpest of bones,
Hard as iron?
Or would you caress
And with passion undress
The beauty that’s hidden within
All earthen clay,
Before it is hardened by all that will burn,
By all that must turn and can’t stay?
But…, I digress.
I ask you because
These are mine to give
Just as they are yours to take
But the question remains
And the answer yet lingers
What would you do?
Tell me…,
what would
you do
?
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| Writing Prompt |
Please write a free verse poem. Any topic. No rhyming patterns. |
Author Notes
As a Father, Pastor and Teacher, I am often curious as to what will be done with what I have taught and entrusted to others - especially my two sons. I know that this is a rhetorical question I'm asking, but in asking it -, I want people to realize the value of what they receive when an investment is made in them by others - their parents, their religious leaders, and teachers. The image I chose reminds us of the same, that was entrusted to us by our creator.
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