Faded Handprints

Received a request from Hasty over on HastyWords earlier in the week to participate in just my second Poetry Duet. It felt good writing another duet, particularly when writing across timezones, shuffling emails back and forth still has a sense to that of a similar feeling to sending and receiving telegrams, (yes I can remember those days, only just, from growing up out in the bush) the waiting, receiving, thinking, and responding, a lot of fun. Go visit Hasty, such a prolific poet, with over six hundred poems on her blog, and almost 150 of those are Duets.


Faded Handprints
Written by HastyWords and Sean Bidd

Collected hand prints, colour their conversations
Pockets full of words, in dreams their imaginations wasted
Stories lost in cracks, where the darkest shadows know
Disappearing prose, shallow sow evade the rampant senses
Faded voices listen, leaving echoes upon walls
Tongues speak of notes, inflections deep in tone
Sounds evade in valleys, as ghosts dance in the dark
Dissipating song, whispers vanishing into night


Collected hand prints, leave their history upon rock faces
Pockets full of words, tell of legends old and ancient
Stories lost in cracks, for the passing of a people
Disappearing prose, passed along the generations
Faded voices listen, as we tread upon their land
Tongues speak of notes, but only in our heads
Sounds evade in valleys, but the air offered no escape
Dissipating song, is all that’s left of lives gone so long

Rock face

Collected hand prints, dance in a fresh breeze, where
Pockets full of words, wake from within their sleep, to
Stories lost in cracks, as they journey far beneath, a
Disappearing prose, where the lines they challenge first
Faded voices listen, as stories are left to be retold
Tongues speak of notes, in pictorial display on cavern walls
Sounds evade in valleys, as we let them live inside our head
Dissipating song, reviving the spirit of those now dead


Collected hand prints, may we see in each reflection
Pockets full of words, might we share once more a time
Stories lost in cracks, grant us strangers on the moor
Disappearing prose, hand us morning’s mist escape
Faded voices listen, as historical works of art are seen
Tongues speak of notes, a wisdom for modern society
Sounds evade in valleys, battle cries embedded in fabrics
Dissipating song, all part of a memorial to our ancestry


5 responses to “Faded Handprints

  1. Just a note, the poem is a full collaboration, the mix of italics and upright lines is just my thoughts on if two voices were to speak each line. The other thought is if the first four lines, and the last four lines of each stanza/verse were different voices. What are your thoughts? I’m now tending to lean towards the second.

      • Thanks, Hasty… I noticed the difference, having only been a part of two, I think it is still exploratory territory here at this end on the different directions duets have the potential to go. Duets can be about anything in any form/style, yes? I loved working with you on this one, Hasty, definitely up for more at some stage.

    • Thanks, Sky… It’s a lot of fun, with the collaborative writing process. Plus the mystery of not exactly being sure what direction the beginning, middle, and end are going to go until finished. As the writing process can emerge taking the development through different metamorphic/evolutionary stages. Having only taken part in two, both developed differently in their own organic ways. Thanks again.

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