"One finger times eight plus one thumb times two” is the premise of "The Ten-Digit Poet," a collection of poems that looks at many slices of life, ten syllables at a time.
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The Ten-Digit Poet
I have a most peculiar obsession
That plays out when I set forth words in rhyme;
Each and every topic and impression
Conforms to ten syllables every time.
I’ve tried to write other forms of fashion,
But somehow, it just never seems to fit;
It seems I can only keep my passion
When I count off ten syllables, then quit.
Have mercy on the Ten-Digit Poet…
Addicted to decasyllabic rhyme,
So one-dimensional…yes, I know it…
But don’t rescue me, ‘cause it feels sublime.
Imagine my maddening circumstance…
If you can while keeping your sanity;
Try to fit all music with the same dance,
Or whatever else suits your vanity.
If I’d budget wealth like I do each line,
I’d have a bank account fit for a king;
Yet, my verse is all that is truly mine
To laugh, cry, dance, or make music to sing.
Thus, the tale of the Ten-Digit Poet
Is done, and I’ve kept my obsession true:
This gift I share, as only I know it…
One finger times eight plus one thumb times two.