"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, July 14, 2016

My Elpis


Drunk on sea breezes
I brush stroke my hallucinations
across a virgin canvas.

There are no streets,
no crust throated complainers,
no dreamers without vision.

A willing target of my muse’s arrow
I feel the blood letting of imagination
spill from my hand in rainbow colors.

Optimism stares back at me
bold eyed, scarred, unconquered.
My Elpis freed from Pandora’s Box.

©Susie Clevenger 2016




13 comments :

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Yes, this is how one must view inspiration! Lovely.

Stacie Eirich said...

Susie I'm so glad to see the optimism in these lines - bold indeed. From the comments I've seen on Toads I know you've broken free and I can hear it in this poem. I especially liked this:

"I let the blood letting of imagination
spill from my hand in rainbow colors."

Let the writing and the healing continue. Thanks for sharing.

Kerry O'Connor said...

magnificent, Susie. i love the flow of lines, as one image takes hold of the next. Those opening lines are pure magic.

brudberg said...

I love how you put this inspiration together, how well those colours fit, and keep Pandora's box closed.

Mama Zen said...

This is so cool! That first stanza reads like a dream.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Mega cool!
"I feel the blood letting of my imagination spill from my hand..." - brilliant words.
Anna :o]

Sara McNulty said...

Wonderfully inspiring, Susie.

Vandana Sharma said...

Name, fame, money all these are " maya" (deception) and once we understand this we are free from the realm of mortality and be with the divine.

Jim said...

Wonderful inspiration of the artist's canvas decoration, Susie. Artist's license.
I went from the model's nose ring (he may not have one but I still went).
,,

kaykuala said...

Optimism stares back at me
My Elpis freed from Pandora’s Box

The all engaging element,hope, that can give solace can be invoked in many hopeless situations. Very true Susie!

Hank

Outlawyer said...

Wonderful to have this hopefulness--even in the midst of the muse's wounds! Not all pleasant. So glad for you, Susie. k.

hedgewitch said...

Really a crisp and commanding poem, without losing any beauty of form or language. A wonderful freshening of a classic trope, Susie, and so good to see you writing and triumphing with the hope you display like the talisman we all need so badly here.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

What a wonderful job of writing about this image! I enjoyed it very much.

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