Fingertip – Daily Object Writing – Jan 18th - Paul J Penton

Fingertip – Daily Object Writing – Jan 18th

Jan 18th, 2010 | By admin | Category: Daily Writing

Curls and whirls spin around in smudgy blurs at the end of my finger. I transfer the world to my bank of senses through my pads and they register memories from past experience, but sometimes something new. A skim along the ledge of window – It’s jagged and rough and leaves a trail of fine dust, the slippery corners of plastic banknotes counted, and recounted when paying the rent. A biro secured and held while pointing the ink in the direction of unwinding words.

Sometimes it seems we’re hanging on by our fingertips. All hope abandoned , but just a glimmer in the sense bank that we might be able to pull ourselves out of this one, swaying in the wind over the edge of a bridge we should never have climbed, salty breezes licking our faces like a wet dog’s tongues. Hanging on, the world below, formless, memory of falling at other times, the stomach turning moment of release, but a hand comes a fingertip of hope brushes skin and safety is found, but death was just a fingertip away – maybe financial death, maybe metaphorical death nevertheless.

I play pool or eight ball, the varnished cue is silky and smooth beneath slightly dried out skin at the tip of my finger- It supplies me with the connection, the bond the one-ness with the cue as it swings back on my pendulum elbow and then follows though for a satisfying snick and drop into the lower pocket- a celebratory swig of Cascade Ale from a perspiring bottle- my fingertip feels the wetness and perceives the inner cold of the bottle. Revived, the eye scans the angles for the next shot, finger tips rest spider-like on green felt

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