FINGER ART
feel
& touch
digitally
&
manipulate
the paint
caressed
imagination
immersed
into
my
sensorary
self
with
finger-tip
awareness
Categories:
fingertip, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
I am waiting here patiently under this canopy
For thee with flaming heart and a sunlit soul
And the courage that never grows old
I can feel your presence everywhere
And the pains that you have to bear
Come and sit with me
And I will set your troubled heart free
Desires is running down your knees and
And the birds are gallivanting in the trees
They too are waiting for you to come
To compose a melody underneath the
Canopy in the sun
You can glide away in the deep
And I will watch your spirit sleep
The birds will sing over you and
The grass land on the hill
Will be still as you journey into the deep
If I could go back in time I would ravel the
What is on my mind,
A piece of history buried in the Netherlands
The Dutch, the Germans and French
Know about the tobacco island
And the question that you are waiting for
is under the canopy on the shore
And the answer is yes
So sit still and hold your breath
I am waiting for you to come
Categories:
fingertip, best friend, business, butterfly,
Form: Prose Poetry
We do not speak of love.
Philosophies entwine, bridge and bind
The careful space between us.
We do not speak of love.
A fingertip might sometimes touch;
If it lingers, who can count the time?
We do not speak. Our eyes
Ignite the atmosphere!
We seize, we hold, we lie together
Kind to kind, fear to fear;
We rise, pull some words around us
Of physio-chemical attraction,
Neuroses interacting
We do not speak of love.
Categories:
fingertip, desire, love, romance, words,
Form: Free verse
Moonlight! Scattered in her hair,
A divine moment!
In which I want to whisper the sea,
indecent, sweets wishes,
I don't know if the pine scent will bother you, my love
Because time runs an accelerating rhythm.
Heart rate, fingertip rhythm, sensitivity of the cheekbones.
Maybe we could try,
something new
Carried by the moon's changes,
sail away, in a scream, well-aligned
Thoughts, love, movements, unity of our souls
And bodies.
Lola,
I don't know if the pine scent will bother you, my love
And the crunching of dry twigs, my fantasies
About us?
come!
For something to exist, it must be created.
Let's create our perseverance,
in time
Our tenderness,
because time will remember us.
By that!
I love you
Categories:
fingertip, beach, beautiful, beauty, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Sunlight surfaced at the breach of dawn
It climbed salty rungs to emerge from the sea
When fully risen, what had been spawned?
A molten fireball cast from the dragon's breath,
a firey yawn exhaled in languorous flight
searing tangerine flames across the horizon
Daylight drifted over waking valleys and hills
in dappled luminance of shimmering gold
It danced in pirouettes upon my window sill
and chased shadows from my bedroom wall
until it tumbled on the bed where my love slept
He stirred, I smiled and then wept with emotion
at the passion glimmering in drowsy jade eyes
With each rise and fall of his muscular chest
the heated flush of desire within me burned
Sinewy arms reached out for me...
"Come back to bed," whispered from his lips
and my gown lay puddled upon the floor
I'd had enough of watching sunlight's strolling
for it had stolen too many moments next to him
My toes were cold from morning's chill
but it was not from Winter weather that I quivered
It was time to savor the sweet warmth of love
from his fingertip tracings upon my skin
Categories:
fingertip, sensual,
Form: Free verse
When leaks my pen of flowing ink
I quickly staunch the flood
by blotting with my fingertip
the pool of chromatic drip
Escapees while my mind took flight
wandering across the sky
writing in script of a damsel's plight
until the globules caught my eye
Often, I've stopped writing to think....
there lies drops of my poem's blood
Swirls and whirls of rhyme and phrase
captured with the stab of a finger
Words trapped inside a maze
where my poetic thoughts must linger
a miniature portrait of my write
a tattoo in black on parchment of white
Categories:
fingertip, poetry,
Form: Verse
there has been so much i have missed,
but i am touching it now
these new experiences are like the sensitive nipples
of my dreams
when i touch her, she shows me more
when i fondle her, she lets me dig deeper
when i explore her, she discloses the master key to her freedom
i look beyond the limits now, and i love every angle of her beauty
it feels like magic in the air and the wand is the bliss of the internal activity
the nucleus of it all though is her and her magic crystal presentation
the main ingredient of it all though is her and her magic crystal conversation
new colors reveal themselves through her and her rather unique interpretations on things
every silver lining has a touch of grey....with hidden secrets as to why
it is that in which i question and motivates my curiosity for more
there has been so much i have missed, however when my time on this earth is done,
i will be eternally blessed for what i have had the chance to see....
Categories:
fingertip, beautiful, blessing, growth, happiness,
Form: Free verse
My Each Fingertip
Whole world was at my each fingertip
And another pen I hard had to grip
As words did flow out on each page
Looking like star performing on a stage.
Drama in each poem it did contain
And I wrote another again and again
To meet someone's desire and satisfy
A sad feeling when someone did die.
Maybe it might be for enjoyment
About someone giving you a hint;
God means all the world to me;
To write, He gave me the opportunity.
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Categories:
fingertip, romance,
Form: Couplet
Looking at my hands
Still young to
Grasp a brush for
Gracie's ponytails
And strong enough
To tickle my big boy Dylan
Patting my kids back heartily
As I hug them
Soft enough
To glide my fingertips
Across my lovers arms
Fresh enough to touch the sick
In my presence
I realize as I trace the veins
That they'll be knobby and
weak
One old day and I'll flip
Pages of photo albums and
Pages of poetry
Remembering my full life
A day will come I won't
recognize they belong to me
Wrinkled and thin skinned
As they pat my grandchild's
Soft young hair
May my
Old hands remember
To tell me their stories
Each day as
My loves are busy making
Their own stories
Hoping I smile often
And rest that final rest
With each fingertips memory
Categories:
fingertip, introspectionday, day,
Form: Free verse
Fingertip to Fingertip,
Wanting the right words to slip,
Far away is where to jaunt,
Holding near is all I want.
Fingertip to fingertip,
Kiss me here; lip to lip.
Heavy times come to all,
A dead ends the next wall.
Talk becomes cheap,
The road life turns steep.
Hold up every thought,
Soak in all that she’s taught.
Sitting so close at heart,
Reading the cancer as a chart.
Fingertip to Fingertip,
Giving one choice; to grip,
Grip onto reality,
As we minus from our family tree.
Taking away like a knife,
Taking away a loved one, a wife.
A mother with patience of a dove,
A grandmother with an unconditional love.
Fingertip to fingertip,
My hearts pumping; Flip,
A promise to never be broken,
Always close to me like a token.
Love will always be near,
Thank you Grandma for your care.
Categories:
fingertip, death, grandmother, me, cancer,
Form: Blank verse
FINGERTIP GAZE
In an instant when meet our gazes
I feel that life is new begun.
Friend time my burden raises,
Weighless as a ray of sun.
A fresh new world to create :
Plans evolve now in a moment.
A good idea will procreate
More ideas from my river pent.
Her sparkle, her light, her shine -
Clear silver cloudless sign.
Tabula rasa now, the past remote -
It is a cosmic moment found.
Clock tick has ceased to gloat
At speed of light when time slows down
That gaze infuses new sun,
New cosmos into my form earth-drawn.
Like a weak candle snuffed and gone,
Darkness ends, begins the dawn.
The flash of her gaze renews me, quidam -
Like a fingertip touch from God to Adam
Categories:
fingertip, inspirational, philosophy, time, time,
Form: Quatrain