Ambidextrous

AMBIDEXTROUS

I know now why it is
I was born with two hands
The first is to beckon you
The other to push you away

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 13, 2015, in Poetry, Quatrain and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Two strokes, each a different direction one is led.

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  2. The perennial nature of our freedom of choice I suppose.

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  3. FREEDOM OF CHOICE

    Talking and walking
    Are an interesting pair
    Nice when they match up.

    Like

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