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| Alone w/ Hope (image by rmp, that's me) |
Inspiration for this piece: Lately I've been pondering hope. And while it seems wrong, it does quite feel as though it is burning me from the inside out - an all consuming fire that rages, suffocating me. I know there is a poem hidden somewhere in this feeling, but it has yet to surface. In the meantime, I dug up this picture, which was used as inspiration for a previous piece (totally unrelated to hope). I took what little words I had and crafted this.
Behind the image: I couldn't help myself...I had to take this picture of a way-to-busy-&-gaudy casino carpet...most people I've asked see an owl. I see a face burning in hellish flames clawing to escape.
7 comments:
quite vivid...at least it is hope burning you, you know....could be worse...and there is always hope...smiles.
I could use the fire in our winter grey, smiles ~ Hope is such a delicate but beautiful thing ~
We all need to contemplate hope at this season!
smiles...hope you had a good holiday!
Thanks for your comment on my blog. Hope to see you writing again soon!!
I am new to your blog, and blogging in general, but I can already tell I will be a fan; poets are holistic in their approach towards life. I know you even though I do not know you; I hope to know you better.
For me, poetry has also always been a weapon; or armor. Arms against the world, in the form of words. The last poem I composed was when I was not composed at all. I woke, and the words came out in a rush. Form follows function. I hesitate to say more, only because I know how delicate the sensibility can be... but I will certainly look closer, because I feel you, like me, are the owl, burning to be free!
Very cool image. I'm liking your style!
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