New Hampshire Writers
... As It Beats
By Billy
If you looked at my hands to tell a story it would be that of hard
physical labor.  In their scares my history kept, deep cuts, bruised
and battered, most necessary a tool strong and reliable they have failed
me not once.  The remaining softness reflects my heart, the hardness my
resolve and scaring proof positive no matter the infliction I will
heal.

My arms would tell you without them my hands useless.  Their
attachment cohesive, seamless and without pause of thought.  Tireless in
constant reach of retrieval, tasked with ever changing demands they carry
out wishes to waiting hands.

Without my back, it's brute strength, statue and structure I would
be left without a spine.  A backbone that of a ram showing clear pride,
confident and bold ego intertwined.  The foundation at it's core the
mind's super highway fluid of thoughts and commands.  Answering to your
question it will mention as above read I'll direct your attention.

My legs would be nothing if it were not for the feet under them
both each steady, stable always in motion.  They would tell of all the
obstacles avoided, overrun or simply hurled over.  Miles of life in their
shoes have traveled my feet, bare toes have touched and walked in sand,
swam in water and quite keen often finding mud.

Sure my mind the engine that drives, the true keeper of all that
happens, both will and has had.  Messaging a live wire each whim, each
thought, the images eyes record, ears hear, the nose smells and hands
feel.  It processes, reacts and composes, the right sphere as art it will
appear.  Usually telling without asking it's chatter all the same
frivolous but full of matter.

The steady beat, the steady strum, my heart as it beats a loyal
drum.  Red hot with passion, burning heat, my chivalry quested in a true
love in a resonating tone my heart beat.  In irony relevant to strength,
void of weakness leaves lacking moderation, giving way to strong
emotions, untapped compassion as placed on a sleeve raw my strongest weapon.
If you want a piece of this you best get stepping.