May 18
Butterflies and blood
The tears begin to flood
Cows chewing their cud
Teeth caked in crud
Fireworks and duds
Then the pianist’s fingers dance
across the keys like tiny fairy ballerinas
who know exactly what the composer
was feeling when his fingers wrote
each note, like a…
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
Finger painter of words. I just kind of dump them on the page, swirl 'm around and see how it feels.
