Finger Exercise

August 26, 2013 at 7:28 am (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Ten fingers strive to exercise a mundane task,
enslaved by hands, their jealous masters, clasping fast
till aching knuckles buckle to the bracelet of the day.

You’d guess they’d ask (above the crack of whip) how so
that they who long to dance, are pinioned tight and must
suspend their joy for subsistence, impinged by stress.

But never did these fingers speak; suffice to know
how noble words and careful deeds and soulful breath
held checked, cut in to scintillate with dazzling display.

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2 Comments

  1. hypercryptical said,

    Dazzling words.
    Anna :o]

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