Inspired by challenges at Poet's Place Cafe, a forum designed to hone your writing skills. |
| Talking Fingers My fingers tap out words, conscious of my surroundings, my senses are my starting point urging the images lead me. Sitting at my desk, feet cross-ankled, cushioned in old, worn, blue slippers, and resting on white Berber carpet, warmth and comfort creep upward to calves, knees, and thighs. There is a little pause at the ache in my knees, acknowledging the arthritis that has settled there. Wear well earned from decades of dancing, hundreds of miles of horseback riding and hiking mountain trails among the redwoods. I've been privileged and am forever grateful. The persistent pain, a reminder, nothing is free and I am happy to have paid the price. Words open me to small details that spin off into a direction I didn't plan, surprising myself with the wonder of it. ~~Judi Van Gorder Inspired by Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish - 1892-1981 "A poem should not mean but be." "Form of the week: Ars Poetica" |