Letters Bespeak Words
I think that when my fingers brush
these keys
I sense my poem forming
before it blossoms in my mind
and it speaks of a relation
between my touch and each stroke
the gently bending
the willful obedience
of each key press
each typed letter
bespeaks
words.
and it is this story
that writes itself
with every brush
and I know my poem
before it comes to life
for the touch and the stroke
live on
even when fingers are sheathed in pockets
and my poem-
although not alive in my head-
has never died and needed rebirth
for the poem is always there
ready to be written
between each brush and stroke;
it is written
in the very electricity
binding my fingers to the keys.
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2011
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