Putting a finger on prose poetry

Fingers like tippy toes take the dancers pose. Moving majestically across the ‘Qwerty’ circuit my musical musings they interpret. Click-Clacking of cranial cogs my incessant thoughts start flowing. Materialising and showing, the inner voice line by line. The stems of this mortal tree tap the keys excessively to the musical beat inside of me. No question of refrain, as they dance and dance again and again.

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4 thoughts on “Putting a finger on prose poetry

  1. 3skay says:

    The tap tap tapped up beautiful prose. Nice piece, you painted a lovely image, I kept losing grasp of the reality, and they became more than just fingers on keys, they were skaters carving prose into existence.

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