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Oh the Things My Fingers can do

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Clapping hands to music and

Snapping my fingers to a catchy tune

Are just a few things that

My little fingers can do.

Dancing up and down a keyboard;

Playing a rhythmic song

Or typing on the computer

A new story or poem.

Holding a friend’s hand or

Helping someone in need.

Writing down my thoughts and

Not hurry; no need for speed.

While walking through a forest

 And crossing a grassy meadow,

Smelling and caressing the

Soft and dewy wildflower petals.

Gripping the steering wheel and

Driving from place to place;

Journeying through this day while

Living inside of God’s sweet grace.

Then when the starry night arrives

And the glowing sun has gone down,

Folding my fingers in quiet prayer to

Thank the Lord for all he has done.

My Nighttime Pouncer

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My frolicking kitty likes to pounce in the night

As I lay still in my bed sound asleep

And in a pleasant dream.

She stalks and leaps up to my short height

Startling me with heart pounding fright

While scampering in and out of sight

Until she lands upon on my knees

 In playful and joyous glee.

All the while I try to ignore my tugging, frolicking kitty

As I still attempt to slumber ever so peacefully.

With keen eyes, She darts to the left and then to the right

Batting my fingers in raptured delight

And gnawing my toes as if they’re little squirming mice

As now I toss and turn ever so restlessly

Knowing that a good night’s sleep

Has eluded me.

Friday Verse Journal Psalms 8:3-4

 

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Oops, one day late again but I felt a deep desire to make an entry in my Friday Verse Journal. One of the things that I so enjoy doing is gazing at the night time sky but I must admit with a very cold winter upon us, I don’t feel like standing outside for very long at all. However with the help of the Stellarium app on my kindle fire, I have been able to capture some images with my camera phone without ever leaving my house. The Stellarium app helps me to find and identify planets, a variety of stars, nebulas, and even galaxies. I have had a lot of fun using it. Also while doing so, I am reminded how small and very tiny I am in this humongous universe. I am so thankful to realize that God is so loving and so mindful of me.

Psalms 8:3-4 (Holy Bible New International Version):

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them? Human beings that you care for them?”

Poetry 201 Assignment 7: Fingers, Prose Poetry, and Assonance

 

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Continuing in my poetry class, I was asked to write a piece of prose poetry in which the poem looks like prose but can you see the poetry within? It includes the subject of fingers and a technique known as assonance in which a repeating vowel sound is used. Can you determine what repeating vowel sound I used throughout this poem?  I hope you enjoy reading it.

Fingers on the Keyboard

Fingers floating and sliding along the plastic keys as I tried to remember the last melody. When was it that I struck a key followed by another and another? I plucked C, B, G, E, and sometimes D. Such a mystery as the last time keeps escaping me. When did I last take a seat with content upon a piano bench and played a tune with such gentle sweet ease? However now, I no longer have my grandmother’s piano, you see. Instead I have this electronic keyboard for simple melodies and that seemed just right for me.  Such a lifetime ago it was when my fingers danced gingerly and with subtle familiarity caressing and pressing those musical keys. Oh those sweet notes, the ebony and the ivory playing alternately and creating a sweet sounding melody.  When struck together they resonate in pleasing and lingering harmony. Although admittedly when oft my unpracticed fingers did glide over the black and white keys one may hear unmistakable disharmony. Many memories reside in me playing but constantly dismaying at the clash of keys in off-tuned melodies. I am not as talented as I would like to be to play this fine musical instrument; this assortment of black and white vibrating keys. Melody and harmony are too much for me and their mastery has too often eluded me.  So my fingers became still and my keyboard became silent; as quiet as can be. It serves now only as a tangible memory of my younger days when I would strive so determinedly to play a simple and sweet melody.