memoryworld

She spoke with her hands, wings. Short, fast and deadly.

She dreamed of writing a short story, perhaps flash fiction.

She made a pot of green tea.

She selected a fountain pen.

She unscrewed the black ebony summit.

She opened a black notebook.

She started with flowing calligraphy forms.

My life began in a village. I don't need to leave my village. My village is the world.

She created 5,000 year old Sumerian script.

A dreamer with controlled imagination.

SLOW CHILDREN...words, lightning bolts -

Blue butterfly, white sky, green flowers, red leaves,

Songs of invisibility, piano shadow.

How do you spell loss?

What she called memory contained an entire world.

A blind painter paints from memory. A blind writer. A blind poet.

She painted words of yellow laughter.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

A little voice.