The Fingerprint

your soul marks me

a fingerprint etched

melting the cool

with imprints; raised whorls

seizing bewildered gaze

mesmerized by the ways

of every Arabesque swirl

.

pausing at a bifurcation

to deviate, to wait?

shall a ridge ending

swerve, or demarcate

destiny’s decision?

.

I can only pore over possibilities

assembled between pores

the rest will be known to you

and you alone

.

puzzle of heart line, love line

palm heavy, flesh enshrined

grasping the cool eglantine

68 thoughts on “The Fingerprint”

  1. “shall a ridge ending
    swerve, or demarcate
    destiny’s decision?
    I can only pore over possibilities
    assembled between pores
    the rest will be known to you
    and you alone”

    Sigh… Everyone reading you must feel lucky each time they do! I love the way you express your innermost feelings in words lost and found!
    From the image to the last word, another transporting experience, this, from your quill of skill, Lady D! ❀

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    1. Dear Lady I, of the Order of the Eggsemplary…. where would I be without your support, consistent and true. My quill may start its journey with wavering doubts, but the moment my words arrive at your door you always usher them in from the cold for a veritable feast of support. Haha, mad tumble of metaphors… have a wonderful day sweet pea πŸŒΉπŸ’πŸ€—πŸ’œπŸ’ŸπŸ˜˜

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    1. Ah sweet Avo, thanks so much! I’ve missed you…I guess you have been busy with study, and with life by the sound of it?! I hope you are fine; living the highs and weathering the lows x

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      1. Wow! I’m glad you have weathered the ups and downs and dizzying merry go rounds πŸ€—πŸ’œ I’ve had such amazing highs this last year … life, writing and beautiful friends. Joy 😌🌷

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    1. Racing to your doorstep to …stumble first and …hug second lol! Your words mean so much Basilike … I’m beyond blushing with you…I’ll just accept your kind compliments gracefully with a massive smile πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•

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    1. Wow, how I adore the thought that my writing might overcome cynicism …. for here, in our words we have the sweet freedom to create the world our subconscious yearns for.
      Signed, Diana, treasurer of the hopeless romantics society haha
      😘🌷

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    1. Your comments are so good, I find myself anticipating them like …. dessert after a meal 😌
      I am lucky indeed to receive words from such a wonderful and jovial man πŸ™πŸ˜Š

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      1. I can’t get over that temperature in Australia! Shaking my head… although I grew up in Tassie and remember seeing my own breath vapours every winter. Let’s not tell the world about this … they expect heat and sandy beach activities everywhere downunder!

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  2. Another golden moment in your divine artistic abode.
    I love the layers at the end, and with the photo.
    And the elegance of your woven magic, always so intriguing and enchanting. You are such a master at this!

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    1. I so appreciate your strong supportive words here V!
      If you had told me two years ago that I would be the recipient of such praise I would have said β€œimpossible”. Thanks for making the impossible …. possible dear one ❀️❀️

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      1. You deserve these words and more!
        Well I am so very glad you didn’t listen to yourself back then, and you still dived in to WP to share your glorious talent with all of us! πŸŒΌπŸ’˜

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      2. I’m still thinking about Nutrigrain now…and wondering where the heck the years have gone. πŸ˜€
        Or were you a Weetbix kid? Wait, vegemite?
        I’m inclined more towards Nutella now LOL

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      3. Yes I was a Weetbix kid predominantly…those suckers were so incredibly milk soaking, mush in mouth hack-hack!
        I discovered Nutella (by the spoonful directly into mouth) in my early adult years 🀩😍

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      4. No, actually I stopped eating cereal decades ago. Sometimes I’ll have steel cut oats, but most often a little sour dough bread with the lightest scrape of honey as I’m running out the door with a coffee. The breakfast of (groggy headed) champs lol
        Hugs to you for your empty cupboard empathy sweet V!

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      5. Well evidently you’re eating something that works for your not groggy headed writing!
        You definitely have my empathy. I will think of you the next time I have some 🧑
        Have a wonderful Monday, D!!

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  3. What a wonderful day to read you ! Your poems makes me picture images of my own . You take us to places we have never been and that feeling has no name . Loved it my sweetest friend πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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      1. I have always felt to be short of words when it comes to expressing my feelings on reading your poems . But you take us to a place that doesn’t exist πŸ’•πŸ’•Just wanted to let you know that you are an inspiration and doing a wonderful job πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

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