those hands are capable of lifting, yourself and another being, into the wings of the wind, if you lived, and loved, and believed...Bravo!
hope hands are for practicing kindness and prayer....
God's work - our hands!
These is gorgeous, chills down the spine gorgeousmindlovemisery
There are people (especially women of the older generation) who wouldn't dream of paying a visit empty-handed. A present of their talent, being a cookie, a sewn or knitted gift, flowers from the garden is brought as an offering. A bird can only bring his song, but how beautiful it is! I love the play on 'prey' ie birds give their prayers to the wind and people use their hands in prayer to their god. Very meaningful. Love it!
I had this in the kicker as a poem starter that I was going to add to later and after reading your hand poem this morning decided to let it go as is.
Yes, this is truly gorgeous.
My eyes can't help but jump that W up to the title, creating a Wall. The W also draws out the M in "empty," and then forces out "am pity." Then there's "all 2 of 10."Excellent play on words with prey/pray. "When birds spray, ... all I have are these hands." Kind of kinky! If birds are girls, anyway. But if birds are birds, this is kind of creepy. :POf course, the comma takes us back to the title: "all I have are these hands, all too often empty." So it's easier for birds to prey because you are limited in only having hands (or whatever; this is obviously all circling around a metaphor).Have you read about the Philippine eagle? It only preys on monkeys. Isn't that hilarious? :)This poem could mean several different things. I'll spare you my various interpretations, but here's the one I've settled on as being the best:I think the speaker represents Jesus. He's holding out His arms, offering His life to His people, but they keep turning to the wind (which represents Satan). It's such a cruel illusion because Satan looks like the good guy, like he's going to help the birds fly ... lift them up on his "back." But really, I think it sounds like after they're in his arms, they realize that he's clipped their wings right off. That is exactly what Satan does to us!Also, I think both forces are inside all people ... that constant pull between good and evil.Okay, I can't help it. I really have to tell you at least one more of the stories I see here:It's because of the period in the title. Poets rarely end a title with a period, so when they do, it makes me read the word "period" at the end. So I see an all too often "empty period" in the title, which makes me think of a couple trying to get pregnant, unsuccessfully. The birds are the man and woman, praying to God to please give them a baby. They give Him everything. Their wings, for crying out loud! We so often cry that when we pray, don't we? Especially if it's a life or death situation, an emergency, or a desperate need we want filled. We promise God every ounce of our being, our most precious elements, in exchange for His cooperation with our plans. But so often, He says no.In the end, the couple hears a no and their hands are left empty (with no baby to hold).
Hey you, I was wondering about you when I did not see you yesterday. Not that you have any obligation, but maybe because I had no way to reply back to see that you were ok. Anyway - It is another wrap around poem, the comma at the end leading back to the title. The period was a little extra indicator that it really starts with the end.Interesting on the Phillipine eagle. I feel a bit bad for the monkeys.I like your initial interpretation and that is really close to the initial thought that in the poem. The second one ties as well. Because what do we come with that has any value? And sometimes we are told no, and part of life and releasing is too.
Oh, I'm super groovy. No need to worry about me. :) I just thought a little space was in order, since I so often over-comment. It makes me feel unwelcome, like I should probably just stick to reading and not commenting, as Joy Ann suggested. The poem is the art; not the comment.Sorry I had my blog set to private; I didn't realize it. It's open now. Just click on my name. You said I should be me, so I am. ;)
You know what's even cooler than a wrap-around poem? A warp-around poem. :)Hey, now I think I miss sarongs.
Hands Fly solo wITh force AS WELL..:)8101
Ha ha. That was one of my first thoughts as well. LOL.
Birds are returning something to the nature after taking something,and we too can learn from them.
When you write these tight little verses, you are able to pack in so much...as much it seems as your longer work. This strikes me as a moment in time that you observed. And, of course, I understand that common meter would not be your thing. :0)
The shift from 'pray' to 'prey' gives the poem a totally different meaning and so I wonder about the hands, are they generous or malevolent?
I like the prey/pray and symbolism of empty hands ~ I felt there is something else to be said of those empty hands ~
I love all the meanings woven into so few words... What do any of us have but our empty hands to offer to the world? We fill them up and offer them out and fill them up again. Love prey rather than pray, it really added to the depth of this.
Absolutely...so few words...such deep meaning...incredibly moving...Wonderful...poetic...the ambiguous nature of hands...that can create or destroy.How I love this! :)
Something of Isaiah in this, those that wait will renew their strength, the circular meditation of waiting, renewing, living, so much depth.
Beautiful words my friend.Our hands feel the wind, and the wind can feel it themselves through the fresh beauty of life.Love it!P.S I got another poem up today. You will flip out on this poem I wrote.
... our empty hands are good for keeping us humble, hmmm? Love, cat.
Whatever my hands do, I cannot take credit, for I they not do anything alone. God has granted a healing power to some, and that is how I see hands being used, And nobody knows...only the recipient...and the "healer" only knows it was not his human power which performed.
Love the prey/pray word play ... empty hands, you? Never!
This makes me think of parenting --- the way the children need so much all the time. But we just end up feeling empty and depleted, with nothing substantial left to give. That's why our breaks for rest and recovery are so key. I definitely feel like the children are vultures, circling my not-quite-dead almost-carcass; I'm halfway waiting for them to give up the waiting and just eat me alive.
You give so much more than what is required X..never fear That!
To often the hands are empty.. but maybe those with empty hands can make the largest contribution...
Hey X, Stop by my page if your free.I posted a new poem. And I think you're going to trip out, in a good way.:)
hmm..a birds wings are much like angels wings to prey/pray..humans use their hands a sign of their devotion. I wonder, why use closed hands..how can you receive blessing if your hands are closed tightly..why not leave them open palms up ..it seems to signal approachability. I don't know just my thoughts...
This is getting ridiculous. Get your ass back here.A "W" is three fingers. It's a peace sign plus, and it's an emphatic "come here."The absence of new poems here is annoying me. I'm bored. Entertain me.
hands are good if your hunting dinner.