The hook of a finger

All, so much
lingers from
the strength of
a pinky finger.

All and much more
captured in the
the hook that
takes the shape
of an oval circle
as the finger
falls against the
inside of the hand.

Secure, nothing
lingers.

Nicolle dijo:

Kinda surrealistic for me... maybe just an impression...

But security in the end... it feels sorta warmness...

Stars and Hugs from Peru!

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Thank you Nicholle (may I call you Nickie), you are right, it is a bit experimental -pretend that sometimes everything wraps or lingers around your little finger, not impossible and yes, very warm. Then again, so is your comment.

A reach and a hug.

Dear friend "April Rain",
This is another of your poems that, although short, makes the reader to think. Reading your poem my mind discerns the following: The strength of a pinky finger takes its time to do its work, proceeds slowly. At the end, it leaves slowly, too and hesitantly, it remains present although waning or gradually dying. Well, sometimes I guess Ok, sometimes not, but I try to decipher what you mean.
A fraternal hug,
Ramiro