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.
Putting a finger on prose poetry
Charlie Ann Alford 
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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Thank you for the lovely comment. I am glad my use of imagery worked. Typing at a computer all day can feel a little choreographed…. 🙂
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Brilliant!
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This was brilliant! Very well done.
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