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Old Hand Poems - Poems about Old Hand


Premium MemberA Hand In Time

I view my hand. I see an ancient land.
A melanomic crater, deep in the desert,
speaks of greedy sun-soaked days.
Wanton then. Gone now.
Sparse wispy palm trees cluster,
storm ravaged, angled randomly,
now almost invisible,
now silver in the light.
Ravines compressed in lines
symmetrical, as from space,
appearing geometric,
requiring translation,
needing understanding,
awaiting exploration.
Ahead, beyond the fault line,
mountains expand and converge,
blue-edged and rising high
above
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Categories: old hand, age, memory,
Form: Free verse

The Old Hand Saw

A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used. 
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry. 
I took it with me everywhere 
'til pure gave way to power, 
and through the years it waited, 
I could never give it
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Categories: old hand, inspirational,
Form: Verse



The Old Hand Saw

...for Ted Kooser

It belonged to my dad. 
More antique than useful it lay 
in my tool box begging to be used.
Soaped and sharpened so many times 
before use, its blade was now dull and lifeless.
I took it with me everywhere I went
'til pure gave way to power,
and through the years it waited,
I could never give
...
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Categories: old hand, father,
Form: Verse

The Old Hand Saw

...for Ted Kooser


A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it with me everywhere 
'til pure gave way to power,
and through the years it waited,
I could never give it up. 
The
...
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Categories: old hand, tribute, writing,
Form: Verse

The Old Hand Saw

...for Ted Kooser

A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it with me everywhere 
'til pure gave way to power,
and through the years it waited,
I could never give it up. 
The
...
Continue reading...
Categories: old hand, tribute, writing,
Form: Verse



The Old Hand Saw

...for Ted Kooser

 
A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it with me everywhere 
'til pure gave way to power,
and through the years it waited,
I could never give it up.
...
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Categories: old hand, dedication, devotion, friendship,
Form: Verse

The Old Hand Saw

...for Ted Kooser


A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it with me everywhere 
'til pure gave way to power,
and through the years it waited,
I could never give it up. 
The
...
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Categories: old hand, inspirational, uplifting,
Form: Verse

The Old Hand Saw

...for Ted Kooser


A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it with me everywhere 
'til pure gave way to power,
and through the years it waited,
I could never give it up. 
The
...
Continue reading...
Categories: old hand, inspirational,
Form: Verse

The Old Hand Saw

...for Ted Kooser

 
A reminder of my father; 
more antique than useful it was tucked 
inside my tool box ever ready to be used.
Soaped and sharpened many times 
the blade was keen and hungry.
I took it with me everywhere 
'til pure gave way to power,
and through the years it waited,
I could never give it up.
...
Continue reading...
Categories: old hand, father
Form: Verse

The Old Hand Saw

The Old Hand Saw


...for Ted Kooser

 

It belonged to my dad. 

More antique than useful it lay 

in my tool box begging to be used.

Soaped and sharpened so many times 

its blade was dull and lifeless.

I took it with me everywhere I went

'til pure gave way to power,

and through the years it waited,

I could never
...
Continue reading...
Categories: old hand, fatherold, old,
Form: Verse

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