A Fingernail

Free-verse fun!

 

I trail

a fingernail

and it makes

a scraping riiip

like concrete against

knee.

 

With the pad of my thumb,

I make the pages

go                    fwiiiiiip,

rising

in

octave

 

until I have reached

the back cover,

 

a fleshy piece of paper,

 

a journey’s end.

 

A life’s work

Hiding behind reams

of paper

and I just         trail

a fingernail

to make the pages

go

fwiiiiiip.

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[K]

I love your use of sounds in this poem. I also like that you desribe the end of the book as being 'a journey's end.' I think all avid readers can say that they feel the same way about books they've read, and I think we've all simply played with pages instead of actually reading a book at some point too. Very nicely done!