How
we seek
that which we
can grasp, control,
when things of import
more often resemble
the feeling the first time you
held a baby — fragile, unsure —
or attempts to embrace wisps of smoke,
or reaching for a hand no longer there.
an etheree for dVerse
Awakened Words 
Hey Mark! A nice piece of poetics. We surely need to place our importance in the right order. Windham wisdom!
Flawless. And so very sad.
It is close to what i wanted…
I almost cheated and posted prior ‘hands’ poems. Think you missed them, 🙂
https://awakenedwords.wordpress.com/2015/12/01/reading-palms/
https://awakenedwords.wordpress.com/2015/11/11/hands/
Yay! Thanks for the links. My phone is being a little biatch right now, so it may have to wait until morning. Make me a list of all the poems you want me to read. I’d love to.
No worries or rush. Kinda hard to rush solicited comments. 😉
Those hands can hold a lot or very little ~ Admiring the form Mark ~
Thanks for joining us~
Ah, sometimes the things that we can no longer grasp are the things that we really wish we could hold on to just one more time!
Truly admirable 🙂
A compelling message. I really like the variety of hand images you used at the end from holding a baby to …”attempts to embrace wisps of smoke”
Often priorities are askew. Important message in this short poem…
Poignantly beautiful etheree…
A life’s story told by hands.. from the first to the last (and afterwards) — there is a need to remember this
This is a gorgeous visual:
“attempts to embrace wisps of smoke”
Happy to read you again, Mark. 🙂
Enjoyed this, and thinking about the things of importance that these hands have held and felt.
Letting
Go iS Love..:)