Sunday Poetry: The Unrestrained Innocence of Your Intentions
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.
From my Facebook page, some of you know I had surgery this week on a recalcitrant knee and am now in full recovery mode. For fun I decided to see if I could find a relevant poem, but poems about knees are few and far between.
I did, however, find this truly lovely poem about hands, to share with you today. Ode to My Hands by Tim Seibles comes from poets.org. As always, if you wonder why I don’t print the poems right here on the blog? It’s all about respecting copyright. I only link to sites that have permission to post the poems, and I want you to enjoy them there and perhaps, do a little scouting on your own while you do.
Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.
I enjoyed the poem, and the picture spoke volumes. To me hands are sacred, yet mine have been thoughtlessly used and abused through the years. “…the gritty sidewalk slapped after a slip,…” I really related to that! The poem inspires me to write my own poem about hands. Thank you for sharing. Still praying for your complete healing.
I’m so glad it’s inspiring you to write your own. And I’m doing much better, so thank you for your prayers. If nothing else this helps me develop more patience.