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Tree Fingers
The frail fingers,
as they scribble
famine of words,
feeble antique
furniture creaks
in the dying ambiance
of desert dreams.
Weak young man
can't think nor muster
anything but
what nature offers.
A crooked branch twists
in the hollow dawn,
patiently awaiting
the promise of sunshine
and eventually peace.
This is an amazing quintet of
This is an amazing quintet of choreographed movement: the young man scribbling words, the antique furniture actually aging audibly, the dreams dying, the crooked branch twisting, and the sunshine delivering its promises. One of the aspects of your talent is how you orchestrate these entities into a total experience: this demonstrates a highly refined verbal skill as well as a keen sense of observation and meaning.
Starward