Tagged: fingers

some things don’t survive

some things don’t survive
past winter – the remnant of
last year’s sun star points

its cold fingers at us, an
accusatory protrusion
.
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finding resonance

finding resonance
is sometimes indescribable –
like discovering

a brand new piece of music
hidden within your fingers
.
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at its very best,

like children, we wrap

like children, we wrap
our fingers tightly around
the end of summer

may we have the privilege to
worry about nothing else
.
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the mortal root of

the mortal root of
the verb, to seek, is to never
find – simplicity

snaps its fingers to the beat
of our foolishness, amused
.
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there are pages

there are pages
that beg to be
turned, stories that
press too
tightly against
each other,
sticking to our
impatient fingers
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: stories

every twenty-first

every twenty-first
wintry afternoon, allow us
to storm a lemon

poppy seed castle, fingers
glazed, mouths sweet and victorious
.
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anticipation

t minus one entire

t minus one entire
season to winter,
mom and i are giddy,
fingers sugar-
tipped, mouths
citrusy sweet.
end-of-summer
weather is meant
to be this candied-
orange-peel-sticky
.
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being an arm’s

being an arm’s
length away
from comfort, we
can so easily
forget how
lucky we are,
use our hands and
fingers like
fiery weapons
.
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