Loving hands - a poem
Loving Hands - the inspiration
Loving hands is written in response to Haiku Twinkle's question about hands. This question seemed to jump at me from the page although it is quite old. The concept of writing a poem about hands had not struck me until I saw this question. Thank you Haiku Twinkle for the inspiration! Writing this poem has meant a lot to me, it moved me to tears of joy and gratitude..bringing to memory the many times those hands have loved me infinitely, cared for me and protected me... Loving hands.
I hope you will enjoy reading this poem titled 'Loving Hands' .. as I did writing it..
Your firm grasp,
that light caress,
the pulsating warmth,
in my palms,
hands lingering tenderly on,
when you should have been gone!
One more embrace,
those hands deftly study the space,
of the contours of my back,
drawing me closer,
anticipation triggered shivers,
raising slowly to a crescendo,
awaiting release, sweet passion flows!
The thud of your heart against mine
the music of love divine
amplified percussion in concert
with the rhythmic rustling as we melt and mold
into one single frame that unfolds!
Hands clutch, grasping greedily,
one last time before you release me,
Hands, I hope will not let go
stolen time, pause now, decrease your tempo !
Your waving hands
that fade into the crowd,
Into the sea of humanity now drowned,
heart still thudding from the force of separation,
sharp nails now digging into my palms
Seeking comfort in painful spasms.
The fire you kindled
still lingers on..
Memory now replaces your hands
Pleasant dreams off magic wands
emboldened now by your absence
remembered caresses compose a new song
Fresh melody upon nerves, so taut
With the bow of remembrance,
you stroke the strings that are emotions fraught!
Tenderly now they tease and play
every peak and valley way
they weave their magic upon my mind
your beautiful hands
every note distinctly finds
In work I seek solace until
In your arms once again I take my fill!
Merciless hands, handsomely shaped
sensitive fingers longing to wake
the bittersweet pain of pleasure to come
Stirring up unsung melodies
Until you and I a single entity have become!
I’ve often wished it would be nights without end
when the concept of number we would transcend
With your hands you erase the distances
as we fuse into each other and find our bliss!
Now, hands of compassion that comfort me
shield me from pain and misery
that take my weight as you carry me
through the darkest moments of despondency!
Those hands that nourish me when I am sick
soothe my pain like a magic trick
those hands of faith, so warm and firm
that held mine as I whispered “I do”
the band of gold that adorns it
a symbol of commitment, a sign so fit!
Hands joined together in prayer for me
held out in patience to enfold me
hands which I clung to when I yelled in pain
and laboured in love so our son we’d gain
those hands that hold me steadfastly
when a step I miss inadvertently
Hands that held the brush with me
inspiring a stroke so skillfully
Firm hands of support as you urge me on
To do my best and plunge head-on,
inspiring hands as they clap for me
standing in the sidelines as you set me free
Scarred hands of sacrifice
I shall always prize
Trusting and firmly holding on
To those loving hands
until my last breath is drawn!