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"Empty Fingers." by- Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
Empty fingers
curl around air,
10 digits in a row
slightly bowed.
relaxed but vacant
they hang.
Once they held
a tiny infant's hand
and marveled at the sight,
Pounded life
into a dying man
cleared his airs passageway,
saved two more... lost three,
one a tiny child rescued.
Walked miles
thru yellow pages
turned the plots
in lots of books
always wishing I could
read one of my own.
Entered the ecstacy
of many lovely women
and moved them
across my palm,
telling their fortunes
in loud sighs and whispers.
Pulled triggers,
tossed dice,
played guitars and
rode them in a fret.
Held hands and
took lovely walks
on beaches long
since eroded.
Counted to five
when I was but that.
Slapped high fives,
Slapped the skin on some
tambourines and bongos,
Slapped some corn out of
a choking man's throat,
Created thousands of
miniature sculpures,
painted canvas
gripping a brush,
just enough to stroke
some sellable genius
on pieces I mastered.
Played with many puppies
delighted a lot of cats
with that special scratch.
Stopped the bleeding in
numerous holes,
couldn't stop up
Jesus's though,
for I was part
of the cause.
Left fingerprints on many
a bar glass and bottle.
Stuck my hands
in strange places
and retrieved a
ot of grief.
Waved at so
many passing
some who have
long since passed on.
I Shook the hands
of common men
strong hands... work hands
shook the hands of celebrities
soft ...refined,
who looked like
they were so far
above the natural primal
things that ordinary
folks do daily.
but I've changed
they are humans just like us.
I've even changed
over 1800 diapers
and the crasp
for both is all the same.
It all goes to shit you know,
leaving empty fingers curled
around nothing..but air.
Held cigarettes and joints
staining the tips of my fingers
and fingerpainting my mind.
Helped little ones draw...
Saved a puppy from
drowning in an icy pond
up against his Rotwieller mom
who was hoping for a flesh wound.
Opened mail and
penned poems
by the thousands.
Silenced men in
dangerous places
with a finger on my lips.
Played war and shot
the neighbor kids
with my finger
bang...bang....
you're dead
they fell...
empty fingers clutching air.
Sprinkled dirt
in countless graves
and a few POW
braceletts as well.
Stood in Arlington
and wiped many tears,
a ragged stream.
Dialed my mother often
now there is no answer
Had to sign the order
to remove her from life support.
fingers shook that day...
heart stopping tremors.
she's beyond my
fingers touch now,
My fingers have done
so many endless tasks,
10 digits times
a trillion moves,
cartiledge lubricated
against bone.
Knuckle sandwiches
I've cracked,
But in the end it's just
empty fingers,
curled around air.
Yet what they
leave behind,
whom they touch,
how they help,
and the many hopes
they are able to move
fill that space...
long after they are but
empty bones
in a satin box
curled around nothing
but ......E t e r n i t y ..........
curled around nothing but eternity'
nothing but eternity
empty fingers
only the memories linger
long past empty fingers
closing in a final grip
and then relaxing
simply relaxing
forevermore
forevermore
Brilliant Music Composed &
Played by Chris Bright- ©-2024
Vocals & Lyrics Written & Sung by
Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
photo credit to: unsplash.com
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By Art~Whimsically YoursEmpty fingers
curl around air,
10 digits in a row
slightly bowed.
relaxed but vacant
they hang.
Once they held
a tiny infant's hand
and marveled at the sight,
Pounded life
into a dying man
cleared his airs passageway,
saved two more... lost three,
one a tiny child rescued.
Walked miles
thru yellow pages
turned the plots
in lots of books
always wishing I could
read one of my own.
Entered the ecstacy
of many lovely women
and moved them
across my palm,
telling their fortunes
in loud sighs and whispers.
Pulled triggers,
tossed dice,
played guitars and
rode them in a fret.
Held hands and
took lovely walks
on beaches long
since eroded.
Counted to five
when I was but that.
Slapped high fives,
Slapped the skin on some
tambourines and bongos,
Slapped some corn out of
a choking man's throat,
Created thousands of
miniature sculpures,
painted canvas
gripping a brush,
just enough to stroke
some sellable genius
on pieces I mastered.
Played with many puppies
delighted a lot of cats
with that special scratch.
Stopped the bleeding in
numerous holes,
couldn't stop up
Jesus's though,
for I was part
of the cause.
Left fingerprints on many
a bar glass and bottle.
Stuck my hands
in strange places
and retrieved a
ot of grief.
Waved at so
many passing
some who have
long since passed on.
I Shook the hands
of common men
strong hands... work hands
shook the hands of celebrities
soft ...refined,
who looked like
they were so far
above the natural primal
things that ordinary
folks do daily.
but I've changed
they are humans just like us.
I've even changed
over 1800 diapers
and the crasp
for both is all the same.
It all goes to shit you know,
leaving empty fingers curled
around nothing..but air.
Held cigarettes and joints
staining the tips of my fingers
and fingerpainting my mind.
Helped little ones draw...
Saved a puppy from
drowning in an icy pond
up against his Rotwieller mom
who was hoping for a flesh wound.
Opened mail and
penned poems
by the thousands.
Silenced men in
dangerous places
with a finger on my lips.
Played war and shot
the neighbor kids
with my finger
bang...bang....
you're dead
they fell...
empty fingers clutching air.
Sprinkled dirt
in countless graves
and a few POW
braceletts as well.
Stood in Arlington
and wiped many tears,
a ragged stream.
Dialed my mother often
now there is no answer
Had to sign the order
to remove her from life support.
fingers shook that day...
heart stopping tremors.
she's beyond my
fingers touch now,
My fingers have done
so many endless tasks,
10 digits times
a trillion moves,
cartiledge lubricated
against bone.
Knuckle sandwiches
I've cracked,
But in the end it's just
empty fingers,
curled around air.
Yet what they
leave behind,
whom they touch,
how they help,
and the many hopes
they are able to move
fill that space...
long after they are but
empty bones
in a satin box
curled around nothing
but ......E t e r n i t y ..........
curled around nothing but eternity'
nothing but eternity
empty fingers
only the memories linger
long past empty fingers
closing in a final grip
and then relaxing
simply relaxing
forevermore
forevermore
Brilliant Music Composed &
Played by Chris Bright- ©-2024
Vocals & Lyrics Written & Sung by
Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
photo credit to: unsplash.com