Composed 2/24/15
Description: For Writing 201: Day 7. The theme was fingers, the form prose poetry, and the device assonance.

The prose poetry bit turned out to be more of a challenge than I anticipated. This perhaps stemmed from my constant indecision as to where to take the theme. In the end, I settled with this, which I am fairly pleased with. Though, I think my favorite poem about fingers/hands will for a long time be the one I wrote about books.

My lips release sounds clipped for consumption. My fingers confess the words of my heart. My lips filter and lie. They provide alibies for the desires of my heart. My fingers lack such constriction. Instead they dance and fly. They run full out. My fingers are the connection between brain and heart; they are my most vital artery.

Do you want to know me? Forget the sounds I make. Read the ends of my fingers. There you will find me. Do not speak your love; I know lips lie. Instead, lace your fingers in mine and never let go.


8 thoughts on “Fingers

  1. This is lovely and so often true of writing that comes from the depths. ‘Read my fingers’ says it beautifully. Such an eloquent take, the ‘vital artery’. I’m really taken with how you have described this.

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      1. It speaks so truly of what I’ve always felt of writing, how much it conveys what I cannot always say. But the way you have attributed that connection to the fingers is special. I used to say that there was a direct route from my brain, down my arms to the pen when I was taking exams, everything I’d sudied pouring down that route onto the page (only to be promptly forgotten once it was on the page!) But I’ve never given the fingers the credit for what they do both in communicating those words and in how they can convey so much of the truth through touch too. I won’t forget this poem.

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        1. Definitely had similar experiences with the studying thing (right down to forgetting once it’s over)! But, yeah, writing’s definitely been a way for me to express truth of who I am; my verbal words tend to be more hesitant.

          Thanks so much again for the comment. Your words have been so touching and encouraging!

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