Poetry: Interested Enough

Fingers typing poetry on the computer

My fingers seemed to like this poem. They found the words fairly easily on the keyboard.

Interested Enough

There are sound bites in my mouth,
Biting at my tongue
And my fingers
As I type these words for you and

Hope you are interested enough to swallow
Their meanings.

Are you interested in more than just my fingertips this time?

My fingers extend for fuel
(And closure)
As they dance across the keyboard
Without a tutu,
Or a hope.

It’s easier to type for your love
Than to chew my words into syllables
That you will understand, and
Won’t dry out my mouth like stale bread that
You discarded yesterday.

Who do you want me to be?

There are different ways to ask you,
Combinations of letters, nouns, and
Me,
Yet I can’t seem to find the
Vocabulary that opens your mouth
Or your mind –

I hope you open your eyes to read these words.

Β©2012 Christy Birmingham

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.  ~AnaΓ―s Nin <Tweet This

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33 thoughts on “Poetry: Interested Enough

    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Hi Casandra, the Google+ option is still at the bottom of the post. I just got rid of the wording; now all is left are the icons for the networks. I figured they are recognizable by icons alone. Thanks for the feedback and the share too!

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  1. Jane Carroll

    Love it! I have always found it easier to communicate my deeper feelings in writing than verbally…so that rang true. I love the image of fingers dancing without tutus…makes me smile!

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Jane, I am trying to remember the phrase we used. I believe it is: finger tutus. Hehe! I see we relate to each other in many ways and perhaps that is why we are both drawn to the written word. Smiling back at you now!

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Hi Marc! Yes, I am keeping busy. I will be heading over to your own site soon though! Thanks for the compliments on the design. I actually wasn’t sure if it looks a little too empty but your comment helps me feel better about it πŸ™‚

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  2. mywithershins

    A poem of infinite truth. Sometimes it’s easier for your fingers to do the talking than actually getting the words out of a tight throat. It’s happened to me more times than I care to remember. I’ve often had to write out my feelings because I couldn’t express them any other way. πŸ™‚

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Yes Sue, your comment illustrates much of what I was trying to convey with this poem. So pleased that the message translated through the lines! Once again, words speak for us. Have a great day xx

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  3. Red

    My fave has to be “My fingers extend for fuel (and Closure)”. Words do fulfill and bring the hunger to an end. No, they do not make it any less (hurtful, mysterious, frustrating), but they do finalize things. Fabbo poem, Christy!
    {HUGZ}
    Red.

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Red, our fingers have the power to create words for other’s eyes and that connection takes us closer or even farther from one another. Thanks for the comment and shares too! Hugs back to you!

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  4. granbee

    You have very successfully typed here what many of us find ourselves unable to say to that special someone! The written word works quite well when the other person seems unable to truly “hear” us!

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  5. Kelli Joan Bennett

    Very intense journey I went on with this poem. I had an emotional response while reading it without over thinking it. I love visceral reactions versus cerebral. Thanks for the ride. πŸ™‚

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Kelli, glad you came for the ride – and hope you held on tight! The emotional response tells me that my wording is one that can be related to and that is a good feeling from a writer’s standpoint!

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