At the moment of letting go I fell facing the sky, Poems of Yang Shan-Tsun

Visons entangled with lacrimal glands
A small piece of the condensing lens
swiped from the left eye to the right
Fingers sketching each other’s outline
cannot be offset
lies inside lies
The unfinished period finally asks
if you find yourself locked
inside yourself
Would you climb against your memories
twist the pain into gyri
Let the sparks ring
Around the double helix?
Like a flying insect
Burn honey into blood
drowning in the
blossoming body tissue
Even if you can't see
in your slow breathings
under dark red eyelids
Ashes enhance
A splendid world in the slit
You found that
lights will always come
in the cage railings
yet pulls the shadow towards
the next tomorrow

In a foggy dream
You touched the window
While a feather dropped with frost and snow
The cold fingertips grasped my sight
but not to write
I fell into a soft lavender field
looking back at the diminishing desire
As a button from a shirt
A screw that won't go into the throat
Gears are crushing flowers
The nightingale can sing no more
Gem-carved eyes filled with fear
I look through the glass on the top floor
The night has iced the chest
Then the bird is back to the nest
Feeding quivering chicks
The huge thirst still lingers in the wilderness
Beaks pecking back and forth on the dirt
but not to write.

They do not know
how much effort it takes
for someone who coughs thorns
to blow a dandelion
They do not know
After the lost kite is freed
where it shatters
At the moment of letting go
I fell facing the sky
The balloon gazing at the earth rises.
Yang Shan-Tsun is a student from National Tsing Hua University, majoring in art.  She writes about her dreams, emotions and the relationship between humans and Nature.  Her abstract paintings are composed of imaginary landscapes, showing the struggle and strength of life through vivid colors.