Fingertips

Syd

Tess Parks lyrics
Dripping purple lilac
They are the purest
Smoothest
Angels kiss

Viscous velvet vocals
Melding gently
With Anton Newcombe’s 
Swirling medley

Fuzzy leather of suede
Coupling silk
and velvet
Harmonic bliss

Softly
Tumbling
Topsy-turviness...
Worries gently eclipsed

Gravelly vocals winding 
In an autumn wonderland drive
Asymmetrical symphonies unfold
Imperfect perfection thrives

In winter’s light
The air’s so still
The purest verse
Perched on her lips

The snow’s so white
The flakes so crisp
Falling through
Her fingertips

Imperfection blooms
In swirl and psych
Fractured photons 
Caught in sight 

A soul folded
Between song
and prayers
Bringing joyous 
Tears to eyes 

  • Author: Syd (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2026 11:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written about the beautiful lyrics of Tess Parks.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Beautiful images in this poem of a person who captures the image of modern day beauty. Nicely imaged

    • Syd

      Thank you so much.

      - Syd

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Doggerel Dave

        Tess Parks lyrics
        Dripping purple lilac
        They are the purest
        Smoothest
        Angels kiss

        Viscous velvet vocals
        Melding gently
        With Anton Newcombe’s
        Swirling medley

        Fuzzy leather of suede
        Coupling silk
        and velvet
        Harmonic bliss

        Softly
        Tumbling
        Topsy-turviness...
        Worries gently eclipsed

        Gravelly vocals winding
        In an autumn wonderland drive
        Asymmetrical symphonies unfold
        Imperfect perfection thrives

        In winter’s light
        The air’s so still
        The purest verse
        Perched on her lips

        The snow’s so white
        The flakes so crisp
        Falling through
        Her fingertips

        Imperfection blooms
        In swirl and psych
        Fractured photons
        Caught in sight

        A soul folded
        Between song
        and prayers
        Bringing joyous
        Tears to eyes

        Hi Syd - If that is what you wrote, I'll go with it. Comes upon my page in wing bats or something (all incomprehensible symbols). Had trouble with Google translate... Ok - enough of that, I'm off to find out what this lady is all about... maybe back later...

        • Syd

          Hi Dave,

          Wing bats you say?? Cool 😎

          I really appreciate you sticking with this write even more. I wonder if it's because I attempted to change the font 🤔 I bet that's what it is. I'll attempt to change it back.

          Yes, please check out Tess Parks.

          Thanks again for your comment. I appreciate you sticking with this one.

          - Syd



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