Thumbprint (in nonsense you find the occasional truth)

MrRabbitinthe field

“Being overly selective
can make doors
appear much smaller”
said the rabbit to Alice.

And the world is placed
under a microscope at times
too much too often,
thought Alice abstractedly.

“You slide what remains
beneath the looking glass,
and strive for focus trying
to make some sense
out of just how jabberwocky
certain things can be,
like a tip of a thumb
who forgets it possesses fingers.”

“Discoveries always
come with odd contents
of unique appetites,
they are the opposite
to eat-all-you-can buffets.”
continued the rabbit.

Alice frowned,
she wasn’t at all sure
quite what that meant,
but thought the rabbit might
have ingested something
out of the ordinary.

He went on,
“They can often make
my hands fingerless.
My thumb, hungry
to pull out the new drawer.”

“But you never had
any fingers to begin with,
and
least of all, a thumb”
considered Alice.

The White Rabbit thought
this very true, yet frankly saw
no reason why it should
stop him from doing anything
any differently in the least.

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6 thoughts on “Thumbprint (in nonsense you find the occasional truth)

  1. nectarfizz says:

    I love this poem Matt, I love the viewpoint of the characters, and I love the idea of storybooks inspiring such lovely work.

  2. nectarfizz says:

    Ps. M, you might be interested in the generated post up there: Rewriting the story. I liked it, I think you will also.

  3. […] Thumbprint (in nonsense you find the occasional truth) […]

  4. nectarfizz says:

    I cannot believe you cut me out of that photo..you are in such big trouble mister..(snicker)

  5. nectarfizz says:

    Ps. You’re welcome.

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