Communication evolution

I thicken my fingers
Tipping and spreading words
Each day.
Strong and powerful,
My fingers reflect my activities
Our my priorities.
Communication passes through the fingers,
words acquire value,
A few can still listen.

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Pinky fingertips

Pinky fingertips of mine,
Who translate those windy thoughts
Into paragraphs of inspiration,
Hold me closer, please.
A day of difficult communication is ending
And another one will drain my blood
tomorrow.
Pink and gentle,
You represent me to the world.

Multidimensional Poetry

My thoughts travel like envelopes
From my mind through my arms
To the tips of fingers.
I read them out loud,
As only felt words can be,
And they cross the dimension of time
And travel into space
From this grey chair of willingness.

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