I Hold My Breath
I find it amazing that I can have ideas, thoughts and images in my head that I transform into solid words. I can write those words as symbols using letters. Someone else who I have never seen can come along and scan those symbols, fused in ink upon a page, and translate them back into thoughts, ideas and images. They can communicate the same visions and feelings I was having at the time.
My visions are frozen into concrete meaning forever.
Long after I am gone people will be able to scan those symbols and understand what was going on in my head.
Isn’t that astounding?
From the universe within my head I speak to the universe within your head via coded messages.
I hope we see the same pictures!
I Hold my Breath
I hold my breath
And exhale it into these words
Trapped in ink upon a page.
I scan my thoughts
And pour them out
To be imprisoned in symbols.
I snare the moments
In my mind and freeze them
Forever into this ice.
I sense my feelings
And express them in inadequate
Markings on paper.
I speak from here
Inside the depths of my head
To you who might be reading.
Somehow against all the odds
You see the black and white
And recreate the colour pictures
That I envisaged.
Communication is the wonder of life!
Opher 23.8.2015