Hands; a photo prompt, a poem


They raise their hands, beautiful hands,
Hands that have known labor, have kneaded,
Have created, have loved and been loved.

Praying to the creator, a creator, Mother Nature,
"End the storms. Save our brethren."
And the clouds tower above them like city towers.

From plenty, they sense the devastation, the need.
Politicians storm the fortresses for a picture.
They shout, "We are here with your relief."

Paper towels tossed into a crowd who wish for
Water, food, medicine, jobs, homes.
The cleanup has begun, with a single roll of paper.

Beautiful minds are shocked at the blatant
Lack of care. The victims are brown, black, and white.
They are a colorful mosaic, whirled and swirled by wind.

Voices come through the air, the web, the functions of 
of which convey disbelief, horror, future action.
But for luck, there walk we in similar straits.

Caring is call to action. Share, share alike, give.
From coast to island to coast the storms remain.
You only have a short time to build. Build.

A legacy is formed by the footsteps you leave.
I step in my ancestors steps. "Here is a broom,
I will sweep. A mop, I will scrub. Soap to wash..

The bitter taste of anguish, in the mouths. Eyes that 
Pierce though miles away. Stories that will be told to 
Grandchildren, of the great storm, of a roll of paper tossed.


Twitter gives me hope for the world. Oh, there are the ranters and screamers, the yellers and haters, the inconvenienced and the shoppers, but it is a world of words. There are people who tweet for help when a pet falls ill, a parent dies, when expenses overwhelm and houses are up for foreclosure. There are comedians who make light of the world, mocking the situations that show an intolerance toward others. There are dreadful Christmas Carol titles that make me giggle. There are doctors, writers, book publishers, researchers, tourism promoters, contest holders, ball players, cats, dogs, kittens, politicians, and just plan old people trying to stay current on the news of the day.

It’s kind of like a circus, you get the best seats in the house and watch the performance of dancing ponies, acrobats, word wigglers, salesmen. You can order refreshments from the web advertised in short verse. The world series was twittered in all of its loves and hopes. And some of us sighed when the game was over. It’s okay, though. It’s all meant in the best of spirits.

People tend to speak about what matters most to them. What matters to me is keeping in touch with the outside. My front door stands between me and the broad wide world. I don’t tend to go outside much, I’ve been working on my book. But I’m doing the rewrite now and hope to meet an agent soon that might broaden my horizons. I also have a new car to cruise to the doctor and the store, which will give me some new insights into the world.

I’ll continue to follow the internet because I can find others with similar beliefs. That keeps me from feeling like a shut in. So go ahead and tweet, I’ll be here listening. And thanks for coming to visit my page when you can.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.

Ann WJ White