Complex Simplicity

Netashi

Sticky fingers (not sticky keys)

Crave - A powerful feeling of desiring something 

  • I blink once and I am born and I blink again and im near the end

I am filled with youth but rotting like fruit my skin turns into sand 

  • I believe therefore I am but I am solely a speck of dust on a rock

I live to exist and to accomplish my desires before my clock stops 

  • I  sit on my chair in front of my desk 

Yearning for productivity to relieve me from stress 

  • I eat an apple and my body absorbs its essence 

It fuels my mind and readies itself for the present 

  • Alas my mind has been struck by inspiration and begins to form 

Forms into words that drip through my fingers that turn them warm 

  • Every stroke and every press of the key 

Will add to my core slowly but surely 

  • Before I go to sleep or take a nap after making a poem I adore

I use the bathroom and then get a bite to eat then spill ranch on my floor 

 

  • Author: Ernie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2020 19:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: Are the fingers sticky metaphorically from literature or the ranch I wonder..... I hope you like the poem and have a wonderful day and or evening. - T
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 22
  • User favorite of this poem: jarcher54.
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Comments3

  • Seek

    Your labor of love and love of your labors in producing poetry shine through. The metaphor of blinking does a commendable job of putting our place in the larger scheme of things in perspective. Enjoyed this.

    • Netashi

      Thank you very much

    • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

      Awesome muse here written in fab rhyming wow, . I liked the line speck of dust on a rock and others . Kudos.

      Pls Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.

    • jarcher54

      Wonderful accounting of humdrum daily events rendered with wit and wisdom... for a youngster like you!



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