Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Daily Prompt: Life Line…You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. WHAT does she tell you.Photographers, artists, poets: show us HANDS.
The following is my entry:
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Nothing is as expressive and tacitly satisfying as molding a clump of wet sand with the palms of your hands. This photo, taken by my daughter of her nine year old son’s artistic play, captures perfectly that tactile sense. One can almost feel the grains of sand between the fingers and under the nails. I realize that I may not be objective when looking at a picture of my grandson, but to me, this is the epitome of a simple pleasure.
The Hands of a Child
In his hands,
Anything is possible,
The architect of his universe.
In his hands,
Grains of sand clump together,
Structures simple and sturdy.
In his hands
A pail of water, his mortar
His formed sphere, a new world.
In his hands,
Unparalleled imaginings
Transcended; living expression.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/daily-prompt-hands/
I love it. It’s perfect.
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It’s like…if you build it, they will come(Field of Dream). If you take the picture, a prompt will appear that’s just right. Great picture, thanks for letting me use it as my inspiration.
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