Finger Frames

[Yaninja]

Finger Frames

Can’t stand a blocked view
Concealed part of the scenery’s playing in my head
The way you might not want to see

I’m sorry I can’t tell you
I can’t show you
I won’t, even if I can

You see
This distance
Is my most comfortable resort
Right now

It’s quite hard to keep
But I’m keeping
You didn’t ask me to
That, I know
But your barricade’s broken
Still, I’m just passing by
Nowhere to go
Yet I’m on my pace

This minority we indulge in
Might soon, yes
Crash into more minorities
Where it will take us
Another forever
To find each other again

(June 2009)

[David Bowman]

Great poem - I like the feeling the speaker has in their head with all the doubts running through on deciding if the
speaker should see what the speaker sees. However, I wonder why is it called Finger Frames? Is there some kind
of resonance in the phrase?

Overall, I'd love to read more of this, it's well-written.