D R E N Posted July 26, 2013 Share #1 Posted July 26, 2013 [align=center]So I wrote a poem. It isn't supposed to rhyme or anything, although sometimes it might. As the timeless saying goes, it is what it is. "These Hyur Hands" by Yaein Mayweather - - - [/align] [align=left]Eorzea was never a world written in text, [/align] [align=left]and I may never be able to call myself a scholar. [/align] [align=left]But that’s okay, because I learned with my hands. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]First, these Hyur hands taught me how to take hold. [/align] [align=left]A dream of a dream [/align] [align=left]I learned how to grasp the thing in between, [/align] [align=left]holding it so tightly until one day, [/align] [align=left]it became part of me. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Secondly, these Hyur hands taught me how to plant Rolanberries. [/align] [align=left]And the dirt in my fingernails served as bookmarks [/align] [align=left]for where I last left off in the lesson that... [/align] [align=left]there was nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Thirdly, these Hyur hands taught me how to string a bow. [/align] [align=left]To grasp a hilt of a sword was the extension of one’s arm, [/align] [align=left]but the shaft clasped to a bow was the expression of one’s soul. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Fourthly, these Hyur hands taught me how to read. [/align] [align=left]So that now I can read my Chocobo's body language [/align] [align=left]no longer lost in translation [/align] [align=left]upon my callused fingers. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Fifthly, these Hyur hands taught me about Hyur hands. [/align] [align=left]How our fingers aught to be interlock with the grace [/align] [align=left]that a weaver spins cloth and synthesis a bond [/align] [align=left]where even through failed crafting, it will never be lost. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]And Sixth, these Hyur hands taught me about me. [/align] [align=left]To hold on to my dreams and never let them go. [/align] [align=left]That there was nothing wrong with getting my hands dirty. [/align] [align=left]To string a bow to defend my heart, country and home. [/align] [align=left]That with these calloused fingers, I may never be a scholar [/align] But I can learn with my hands, everything I’ll ever need to know. 3 Link to comment
Amiabelle Posted July 26, 2013 Share #2 Posted July 26, 2013 Beautiful, Yaein! I especially liked the line "...the dirt in my fingernails served as bookmarks...". Thank you for sharing your work! 1 Link to comment
Desmond Aryll Posted July 26, 2013 Share #3 Posted July 26, 2013 Great job and very evocative poem! A poem for the People! 1 Link to comment
Gideon Aryeh Posted July 26, 2013 Share #4 Posted July 26, 2013 [align=center]So I wrote a poem. It isn't supposed to rhyme or anything, although sometimes it might. As the timeless saying goes, it is what it is. "These Hyur Hands" by Yaein Mayweather - - - [/align] [align=left]Eorzea was never a world written in text, [/align] [align=left]and I may never be able to call myself a scholar. [/align] [align=left]But that’s okay, because I learned with my hands. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]First, these Hyur hands taught me how to take hold. [/align] [align=left]A dream of a dream [/align] [align=left]I learned how to grasp the thing in between, [/align] [align=left]holding it so tightly until one day, [/align] [align=left]it became part of me. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Secondly, these Hyur hands taught me how to plant Rolanberries. [/align] [align=left]And the dirt in my fingernails served as bookmarks [/align] [align=left]for where I last left off in the lesson that... [/align] [align=left]there was nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Thirdly, these Hyur hands taught me how to string a bow. [/align] [align=left]To grasp a hilt of a sword was the extension of one’s arm, [/align] [align=left]but the shaft clasped to a bow was the expression of one’s soul. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Fourthly, these Hyur hands taught me how to read. [/align] [align=left]So that now I can read my Chocobo's body language [/align] [align=left]no longer lost in translation [/align] [align=left]upon my callused fingers. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]Fifthly, these Hyur hands taught me about Hyur hands. [/align] [align=left]How our fingers aught to be interlock with the grace [/align] [align=left]that a weaver spins cloth and synthesis a bond [/align] [align=left]where even through failed crafting, it will never be lost. [/align] [align=left] [/align] [align=left]And Sixth, these Hyur hands taught me about me. [/align] [align=left]To hold on to my dreams and never let them go. [/align] [align=left]That there was nothing wrong with getting my hands dirty. [/align] [align=left]To string a bow to defend my heart, country and home. [/align] [align=left]That with these calloused fingers, I may never be a scholar [/align] But I can learn with my hands, everything I’ll ever need to know. *claps* Link to comment
Teardrop Posted July 26, 2013 Share #7 Posted July 26, 2013 What a creative soul you are . Link to comment
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