Fingerfood for thoughts
A poem of a mundane thing
My words would never
see the eyes of you
if not this mundane thing I use
every day and even nights
when the gentle whisper of the muse
sets my fingers
stroke the thought
that in my heart still lingers
waiting for me to set them free
and reaching readers and not just me
I hardly ever thank these keys
that open locks of my thoughts that often freeze
They let me see my writing faults
but also open richer vaults
and sing out loud my sentiments like these
with the combination of the keys.
It is often hammered hard and then ignored
this wonder of my Mac's keyboard.
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Jussi Luukkonen
I'm a writer and a speakership coach passionate about curious exploration of life.
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Comments (2)
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Thank you for thanking the keys in such a beautiful way. I don't know where I would be without them, or the nine little soldiers that march across them. Congratulations on your win.
Interesting choice and writing. "I hardly ever thank these keys" describes us all. Your poem has me pausing to really think about what I'll type next . . .