SHARDS OF IMAGINATIONS
You see, when she writes, she doesn’t think first and write second. She doesn’t write at will. She’s merely a medium through which her emotions manifest themselves when they wish to do so. So she sits at her laptop, closes her eyes to see, to hear the words in her mind that want out. Then she leaks, she bleeds, she emits the words onto the keyboard. It’s like she’s playing a melody on a piano, one she learnt by heart in her childhood and now plays without paying mind to the sheet. Her fingers know what she doesn’t ; as they dance and pause and waltz across they keyboard, she doesn’t have a direct connection to what’s being communicated until the buzzing,the knocking,the trouncing ceases.
So, what was it she wanted to say?Ah yeah. That.
What the moon, the stars have witnessed for eons
that’s what she wanted to let you witness in her
The murmurs contained in the bark of ancient trees and the dirt of the earth
that’s what she wanted to whisper into your ears
the warmth of the sun that’s been unwavering in its presence
that’s what her chest contains for you
this spring of emotions are stirred by tornadoes,typhoons,monsoon rain
hardened by snow blitz,softened by heat waves
matured by…her love for thee