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Between My Finger And My Thumb Solitary, surrounded by others. Out of step, laden with the cadence of drummers from afar. Star-strumming with words unheard, pining to begin to spin, unreeling a line to touch a part of someone's heart or feelings. Loneliness lies in unsung rhythm, a cold-soul schism. A futility and an inability to relate the spate of all that is nearest my spirit. And dearest day when someone will hear it, reveal they feel it, and understand the spun-strands of that which I pen. |
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Title from "Digging" by Seamus Heaney.
I resubmitted the poem because the prior title was too lengthy.
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