Friday, July 4, 2014

Two fingers creased


Two fingers creased by a heavy book;
one still bears the writing callous formed
during grammar school days.

The pencils first were flat;
then, later, fat as the callous formed
by what the writer says.

One quiet hour is all it took,
so near his life in letters formed
before he went away.



3 comments:

Jan said...

This is so wonderful, William, my dearest writer and friend.
I constantly use "two fingers" as a bookmark :)

Bhagya Shree said...

That's a wonderful piece of Art William. I published my poetry book last year, but haven't written much or anything after that. When I read your work, I wish to write again.

Thanks for sharing.

xx
Bhagya

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. Bookmarks to mark our place, and bookmarks made by the book, on our hands and hearts and minds....

Bhagya, thank you, too. Indeed, there are quiet times, and there are writing times. And the urge to write is a beautiful part of it.