Kim Rodrigues Poet Light Verse

Feather-Tipped Thumb

I’m an idiot; I keep bending
my feather-tipped thumb

like lumber; not limber
this knuckle bone nail

painted cheap-pink; thinks
only of ink in bottomless pit

push, press, plunk; put on
the old brace to restrain

but don’t you know; the sucker
will escape ‘cause the writer

just can’t give it a rest; useless
to try - won’t cut it off, right?!

                        Write!
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Paula Goldsmith September 15, 2025 at 10:59 AM I enjoyed reading your creative/fun write. Guess you need a vacation. Have a fun day writing away......... Kim Rodrigues September 15, 2025 at 12:14 PM Perhaps I do! Thank you, Paula!

Valsa George September 15, 2025 at 6:11 AM Just allow your fingers to hold a pen and keep on writing. At times pearls will be showered. Kim Rodrigues September 15, 2025 at 12:14 PM My joint is the problem. Thank you, dear!

Anne-Lise Andresen September 15, 2025 at 1:45 AM - The writer needs a break now and then, Kim :) - hugs Kim Rodrigues September 15, 2025 at 5:52 AM LOL…of course, yes ;)

David Crandall September 14, 2025 at 6:06 PM It sounds like your thumb is a slave to your muse? Kim Rodrigues September 14, 2025 at 6:11 PM It is just a puppet…lol

Yann Rolland September 14, 2025 at 5:59 PM so subtle message, with great words and sounds, every day i am an idiot too thanks poet Kim Rodrigues September 14, 2025 at 6:00 PM LOL…from one idiot to another, mon Amie

Paige Hind September 14, 2025 at 4:21 PM I don't care how much pain I was in, I'd write, too. I wish you relief, so poetry comes easier- although with you, it's always seeming effortless. Hugs, regards Kim Rodrigues September 14, 2025 at 6:01 PM You are always so sweet! We are writers, so we write…

CayCay Godwin September 14, 2025 at 3:22 PM I feel dense and I'm admitting it. You're not talking fingernail, like a initially thought, but 'writing', the thumb wants ink and to write. Crafty, and clever, unless I got it all wrong, in which case I hope you'll tell me so I can erase my ignorance. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Kim Rodrigues September 14, 2025 at 6:02 PM Kind of a mixture of thoughts. The problem thumb has a pink nail. Hugs