Abstract Hands - Visitor's Poem

by Gina Evangelisti
(Honolulu, HI, USA)

My hands scatter fleetingly across blank pages
Everywhere they pass, scribbles are formed
The ghost-white material waits patiently under my indecisive palms
My stumped brain suspends my fingers from releasing new words.
My hands fear the thought of no conclusion,
The thought of the endless blank pages to come
My left hand comforts the knuckles of my right
As my right begins to doodle newborn expressions
I do not agree with what my hands have written
My hands have made mistakes
My hands are false
My hands crumble the sketched page with a firm fist
And toss it into the waste
My hands must start again.