2 poems by Nina Parmenter : Down by the River & How to Count Your Fingers

Sunset, Silhouette, Boat, People
Down by the River

Down by the river I linger, held
at bay by the pull of things so small
that cities fold and concertina.

My thoughts are twists and pebbles, my
unease is tugged into an eddy -
a yellow petal surfs the middle.

Fingers scoop at shingle, skin
forgets to fear, a thousand facets
pour through thumbs and knuckles,
wet and sharp and dirty and fickle,
cold and
here.

Down by the river I linger, until
the leaves that skimmed around the sandbar
blend into the distant silver.
How To Count Your Fingers

Did you know
that the blurred balls to your left and right
are your hands,
and that they have endings?

We call them fingers.

Did you know
that if you hold back your thoughts
from churning and ticking,
from building and spilling,
you can see those fingers
and count them?

Just try.

Jump on your mind,
find the brake to stop it turning.
Try thinking of a desert.
Try floating on a salt-drenched sea.

Now, hold your hands quite still.
Do not grasp or scratch or fidget
or tap or swipe or scroll.

Believe me, it’s possible.

And now count the fingers, slowly.
Work methodically from left to right.
Oh, I’m not giving you the answer.
No spoilers.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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