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.
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"I let the blood letting of imagination
spill from my hand in rainbow colors."
Let the writing and the healing continue. Thanks for sharing.
"I feel the blood letting of my imagination spill from my hand..." - brilliant words.
Anna :o]
I went from the model's nose ring (he may not have one but I still went).
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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