Handiwork
For years they've typed
in one way or another
my livelihood
fingers touching
not frets, strings or keys
but F1, Control, Alt, Delete
but they itched
as if the scratches
(circa 1978 from
hugging half wild cats)
were fevered
for more than livelihood
and holding the thumb
over the bonghole.
Then they smoothed
over clay
cut collages
with scissors
dipped brushes
into paint
scratched pens
onto poems
&
then they
stopped itching.
Can't sell that remedy
in a pharmacy:
Apply forever once a day
twice for withered souls.
interesting. i liked this very much @sue-stevenson I know these feelings well. I think your advice at the end there is very wise.
I got a kick outta that - then the following segment is priceless. I love your words choice and imagery there
Hey @amariespeaks, thanks!
Not that there's anything wrong per se with holding the thumb over the bonghole, as long as it's not excessive :) Anyway, damn it all, my liver won't allow me to do such things even in a minuscule amount these days!
Thanks for dropping in. Comments are good :)
You're welcome :)
The creative drive unanswered is an itch that can only be treated by letting the creative impulse lead. Well penned.
As I read your beautiful poem, I thought about that time in our lives when we retire; that itch, that uneasiness is definitely akin to creative minds and bodies which still have some work to offer (maybe then more than ever). Thanks for the opportunity to read you, @sue-stevenson ♥
Ooh, yes! It must be a difficult itch for some people to be able to identify if they've pushed it down for many years while working. May many people scratch it :)
Thanks for your lovely comment :)