With these fingers

by Darren   Aug 20, 2014


With these fingers I can do anything
I can write until my heart is empty
every word that I feel, transferred
onto a piece of scrap paper
dog eared and tired
but no less poetic.

With these fingers I can cup my child's face
tell them they mean the world to me
wipe away their tears
point to the stars and remind them
that they are simply dreams
waiting to be realised.

With these fingers I can create
a master piece with brushes
a memory with a camera
lines in the sand setting boundaries,
ripples in water distorting reflections
starting love in the bedroom.

But lately my fingers have frozen rigid
glued tightly together, without daylight
showing through the two halves of a mask
that is formed when I cover my face,
It is here I am most comfortable,
the place where my dreams have perished.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Fingers and hands are never really thought about at all or written about. But as artists we need both, just to feel. Great insight on something not mentioned a lot. I do love the imagery and love throughout, each stanza has a different scene overall. Writing is the most important to get your feelings out. Just the feel of the pen and paper leaves your heart warm. The second stanza holds the love of a child. Just being able to cup their face brings joy to any parents life. The whole poem goes back to happiness. By just having fingers you can do so much

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