Writing

My frozen fingers type, a frantic continuous tapping, the stop must happen at the end and this is only the beginning.
These fingertips have the power to warm up the heart encased in the ice of untold I love yous.
The thoughts, slow as serpents waking from a millennial sleep spread out and wander.
The mind, numbed for eternities, remembers the powers it once had, when knowledge had soaked deep in.
Gates unlock and screech opening, bridges build themselves in rapid crescendos, dams collapse in symphony.
You, my universe, forever invisible, shape up, simultaneously engulfing and spreading oceans and sky, mountains and ether.
My frozen fingers type, a frantic continuous tapping, the stop must happen at the end and this is only the beginning.
Copyright © 2020 by Georgiana Petec. All rights reserved.
Thank you so much for reading. Happy Holidays with peace, joyful moments and mountains of love! 🙏🎊🎍
Thank you J.D. Harms for the 26 December 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt: sigillaria — I apologize for writing the very opposite, but that’s what my frozen fingers decided to type and I couldn’t stop them.
