My Fingers

My Fingers

A Poem by Alexa Apothic Red

My fingers have always been
Long and slender (even though I'm not that tall)
The work of an artist
Perhaps a sculpture behind glass
Reaching for graceful movement
Reaching for the life I don't have

Donning diamonds as I worked in jewelry
A model for all those in love
Pursuing lifetime commitments
While I danced erotically between various lovers
But still I wanted the symbolized love of a
Diamond's promise

Fervently pulling a bow
Across my violin's vocal heartstrings
Dancing atop the board toward the bridge
My fingering executed virtuosically
Satiating veins that rise above paper skin
Hammering out my pain and my passion

Clutching a microphone
Gripping it so tightly
As if it protected me from
An audience's potential wrath
And tapping its length
As if tempo alone could
Save my pride

Delicately gliding across my skin-
Or a lover's
So slowly, barely there
Arousing foreplay
The most beautiful sensation
And yet-
I knew ecstasy always had to end

My fingers have always been
Pretty and feminine
Yet a story of their own
For the toil they have beheld
Fair and of the softest skin
A betrayal to the storms there made

© 2018 Alexa Apothic Red



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RWE
As I read this poem, I thought about how the fingers are so far from the heart, stretched out, keeping others at a distance. Pretty hands can draw us away from a woman's eyes, if only briefly, as we construct a perception of absolute beauty, a shallow image that doesn't know pain. You remind us here that even the prettiest fingers, perhaps decorated with pain, polish and/or diamonds, are attached to a heart and soul, perhaps broken.

I also like how you brought your art (singer) into this poem ("Clutching a microphone"). This creates an even sharper image for the reader. Now, the woman we thought was merely a salesperson at a jewelry store is performing in front of us, on a stage, hands out front, heart shielded behind a microphone; a woman out of reach, except to her lover, who still doesn't get her pain or depth, perhaps because her touch is quite enough for him.

Impressive is a word I use regularly to describe your work. No exception here, Alexa!



Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Wow, Robert you most certainly hit a home run with this review.. I'm astounded by your astute intuit.. read more
RWE

4 Months Ago

You're welcome. And, your last line made me laugh out loud. Love your sense of humor.
Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Aw thanks! Well... art is therapy for us.. at least there's no cost except to our hearts, oh and the.. read more



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Such beauty and depth in this brilliant piece. One of my favs so far for sure!

Posted 3 Months Ago


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RWE
As I read this poem, I thought about how the fingers are so far from the heart, stretched out, keeping others at a distance. Pretty hands can draw us away from a woman's eyes, if only briefly, as we construct a perception of absolute beauty, a shallow image that doesn't know pain. You remind us here that even the prettiest fingers, perhaps decorated with pain, polish and/or diamonds, are attached to a heart and soul, perhaps broken.

I also like how you brought your art (singer) into this poem ("Clutching a microphone"). This creates an even sharper image for the reader. Now, the woman we thought was merely a salesperson at a jewelry store is performing in front of us, on a stage, hands out front, heart shielded behind a microphone; a woman out of reach, except to her lover, who still doesn't get her pain or depth, perhaps because her touch is quite enough for him.

Impressive is a word I use regularly to describe your work. No exception here, Alexa!



Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Wow, Robert you most certainly hit a home run with this review.. I'm astounded by your astute intuit.. read more
RWE

4 Months Ago

You're welcome. And, your last line made me laugh out loud. Love your sense of humor.
Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Aw thanks! Well... art is therapy for us.. at least there's no cost except to our hearts, oh and the.. read more
i see this differently...a model's hands---those seen on tv looking so beautiful and perfect...
but when others look upon beauty and think life must be perfect, they have no idea what is happening within the heart, on the inside...and often those beautiful people are really hurting and feeling ugly...
j.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

You definitely picked up on the underlying element that life has been painful but on the outside all.. read more
It's all in the hands. If eyes are the window, the hands are the house.

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Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Oh I like that! The hands being the house of the soul while the eyes are the windows.. very nice!
loved the savory words! Can you actually play the violin?

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Thank you!! Yes, I do all the things described in this poem.. used to sell jewelry and managed a cou.. read more
Dan Cowan

4 Months Ago

prodigious! go you!
Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Thanks!! I prefer to not be painted with just one brush...
Not bad at all. I like this, like all of your other poems.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alexa Apothic Red

4 Months Ago

Thanks so much! I'm most humbled that you like them all!

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Tags: Fingers, self-image, pretty, beauty, pain, diamond, jewelry, violin, singing, vocal, strings, feminine, story, storm, tempo, love, lover, ecstasy

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Alexa Apothic Red
Alexa Apothic Red

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I am very passionate in life and in writing. I am also a singer and songwriter. Swim in my words, take up residence in my mind... Inspire me, and I hope to do the same for you... Lately, I've been .. more..

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