Poemetry: A Carpenter’s Hands

Calloused hands hammered nails,

Building cabinets and cattle carts.

Hands that constructed heaven’s arches,

Assembled the buildings of man.

The hands that hammered nails

Were nailed, hammered, to wood.

Hands that sewed together skin lesions,

Sawdust under their nails, were crushed

Below the blows of hands

That framed only the splatter of blood.

Planks suited better to

A hospital than a cross,

Built instead a bridge in cruciform,

—The greatest piece of carpentry

He made was built on His hands and by them —

Across the flame-scored sea.

So something a little different for my Sunday post. As a side note, I want to mention why I title my poetry posts “poemetry”. It seems a bit weird and at first glance just a combination of the word “poem” and “poetry”, which it is in part. But the suffix “-metry” is used on words to indicate measurement. I use my poems and these posts to gauge how words work together (or don’t work!). They are my playground for word choice, literary devices, and poetic devices such as rhyme and meter.

Complete side note: I generally don’t care to write nor read poetry without rhyme but I really liked how this one turned out. I may, as all my poems I post are first drafts, go back and edit it to rhyme. I may also make the third stanza into a poem all its own, but for now I like it.


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