Robert A. Dufresne Poet Free verse

Metacarpus

Lines broken and crossed,
Weathered skin, 
Sun baked,
Fissured knuckles,
Short nails,
Old breaks
Crooked finger
Worn tips, 
Scars,
Wrinkles,
Big surface veins,
Hair, 
Blood blister,
Hard calluses,
Softened calluses,
Fresh scratches,
Small slivers,
Stained,
but ...
Awesome.
 
My hands.

Thank you, Lord.

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Anne-Lise Andresen May 23, 2012 at 6:49 AM Nicely written Robert from your hands it comes beautiful. - oxox Anne-Lise

Poet Destroyer A May 17, 2012 at 4:34 PM Robert, stopping by real quick to read your poem... always looking forward for the inspiration you give,,, pd

Poet Destroyer A May 17, 2012 at 4:32 PM Robert, stopping by real quick to read your poem... always looking forward for the inspiration you give,,, pd

Laura Breidenthal May 11, 2012 at 1:27 PM Wow! Nice verse and very descriptive. Love the ending! Always, Laura

Patrick Cornwall May 10, 2012 at 9:16 PM lol @this ..I love it...Patrick

Wilma Neels May 6, 2012 at 1:15 PM A real gem Robert, we take the little things for granted and here you thank the Lord for your hands even though they have weathered many storms.. They enable you to bring forth beauty like this.. I missed reading you :) hope you are doing okay, love & hugs Wilma

Daver Austin May 3, 2012 at 2:50 PM Surprise! I thought it was an animal from the Pleistocene period. Sounds like you must play the violin. Enjoyed. LOve, daver

Poet Destroyer A April 29, 2012 at 5:21 PM Robert, a very deep image ... the hands are always the toughest one at work.. surpassing everything.. .. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem, always~ PD

Sara Kendrick April 29, 2012 at 2:07 PM They must have been through the work mill..Enjoyed reading ...Thanks for stopping by...Sara

Elizabeth Wesley April 29, 2012 at 9:43 AM Wonderful hands that have a story to tell of a life well lived. Amazing poetry Robert!

Gwendolen Song April 28, 2012 at 8:15 PM Your hands are golden and weathered and slated with wisdom...These poet's hands are divine! Enjoyed something very original, Robert! :) Gwendolen

John Rhinem April 28, 2012 at 7:45 PM Smile ˜ Yessss, The Book of Luke, Chapter 7 * My love to You, John!:) ˜