a grasp away

A figure, stern and cold,

receives a laurel leaf with surprise.

No introduction, no warmth exchanged

                . . . just the reality of presence

                 the edge of diffidence . . .

 

The leaf, tender and green

rests lightly in their hand

a symbol of honour, unspoken worth.

In its quiet embrace,

               a connection begins to form;

bridging the divide of understanding.

 

The caustic words, the guarded heart,

begin to soften in the face of one gesture.

The laurel invites a new beginning,

a chance to be seen, to be known

beyond the barriers of silence.

Reviews

[LisaCarol]

Another great poem written, Red. I was touched by the symbolism of a handing over a leaf to bridge differences.

[redd Brick Keshner]

It may be a gesture lost in history and tradition; but yes, I believe in its symbolism. Thanks so much LisaCarol 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊

[andrew mitchell]

Nice work Red, a joy to read a well written poem.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Andrew, as always. Hope you had a pleasant new year’s. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊

[andrew mitchell]

You too Red , let’s hope so.

[redd Brick Keshner]

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