Hands of Neptune

…response to prompt #12 from Magpie Tales

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Hands of Neptune

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like the disembodied
hands of Neptune
reaching from a rocky confine

breaking surface
into the watery realm

seeking
grasping
needing

but entombed
in a glassened globe
a crystal cage

cruelly shut away
from that which is most desired

contact
connection

prisoner
in brutal isolation
banished
even from the lesser gods

condemned eternally
to never know
the redemption of touch

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rob kistner © 2010

4 thoughts on “Hands of Neptune”

  1. Excellent Magpie! But now I have to spend today mourning poor Neptune. I don’t suppose he deserved it, so I can feel better?

  2. Saddest of all is the crystal cage of our own design and construction. This is marvelous. I imagine the suffocation of the fish in unoxygenated water. (Yes, I know the fish isn’t real… work with me.)

  3. Dear Rob: Wow! Excellent poem! Masterful!The last two stanzas are brilliant and take the reader to the crux of the matter;

    “prisoner
    in brutal isolation
    banished
    even from the lesser gods

    condemned eternally
    to never know
    the redemption of touch”

    Seems like there are an awful lot of people in this prison-world condition of the heart. The disconnect so obviously and conspicuously missing from many persons lives.
    How deeply touching base; the heartfelt soul needs human touch and understanding often sadly missing today! Thank-you Rob for sensitizing us to this truth!

  4. Rob

    I wonder how I missed this magpie of yours last week? Well never matter — I am glad to read it now– a sensitive, powerful and compassionate message that goes right to the heart strings and strikes a cord.

    Joanny

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